None of these people are me, obviously.

“Housekeeping” a drilling, broken voice shrieked.

“You do the dishes, we do the squishes”

I was just enjoying the architecture of the bathroom. A bidet next to the toilet, opposing each other. No doubt useful to some insane architect. Not that I had anything to do here, my insides a burning mess, but empty now.

“Housekeeping” the voice, a second time. I do not know why he chose that part of the password as I realized I was wrong, and hurled away more of whatever little my stomach contained.

Continue reading →