by ELEXIS
I yank open the scratchy door to my place that reeks of the dogs next door. I throw down my briefcase and sink into my uncontrollably shrinking couch. I unbuckle a belt to release my gaping stomach from its restraining collar. My hair is too happy to allow me to reach to the remote, so I sit struggling to deal with the dead silence of my empty apartment. Placing my paws on my face, I sulk in my thoughts of loveliness.
“I could eat.”
Here we go again. I reach my left paw into my pocket only to realize I’d lost my cell. The only way of escaping the couch was to roll…so I rolled. I rolled face first to the ground and continued in my pitiful twists and turns to the landline. I dialed the only number I ever memorized and they always answered with a friendly, “Hello, Oreo…the usual?” I would grumble out sounds to make me sound like I’d say something like “yes” and “thank you.” They hung up the phone because I am on too much pain medication from my tangles to say goodbye. I lay on the floor staring at the ceiling asking myself if I could make it to the door today. My limbs are old and I am too fat to care about my inevitable death? Obesity obviously. Why don’t I care? Why did I spend my entire life alone. Wha— my thoughts are stopped from a loud knocking. I find just enough strength to sit up on all fours and answer the door. The cat that delivered to me was a small, beautiful, young one named whiskey; not only the color of her fur but my favorite kind of drink. She purrs at me and smiles brightly. I give her the money and she tells me she’ll see me tomorrow as she prances down the hall. I close the door and sink back into my uncontrollably shrinking couch. I use my enlarging stomach as a dining table and as I open the box I can smell grease and tuna. The pizza is always the same for me. I grab a slice and pray it isn’t the one that light at the end of the road, for I am in an inevitable self-destruction.
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