It was waiting when I came home. I knew that my refrigerator had broken the day before so all of my food was lying on my kitchen floor covered in ice or packed away in coolers. I stepped into the front door that leads into my house. I could smell the ice from all the way across house. I was hungry because work had stressed the feeling from my muscles and my head was in a haze. I walked slowly like a slow-motion action scene and eventually I entered the kitchen. I wasn't walking slowly because I wanted to, I was just so tired. The kitchen was normal until I looked down.
All the food was eaten and sprawled across the tiles. There were so many stains and smells. I looked around longer, I saw a dog. That explains what happened to the food on my kitchen floor, but what explains how the dog got into my kitchen. I don't own a dog...
Submitted May 04, 2016 at 11:34PM by Chriso380 http://ift.tt/24rpjPi shittynosleep
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