!!bbGklDAv83w 10/13/11(Thu)05:53 No.16610921|
You. You. You're hungry. You definitely need something to eat right about now. Or fuck it, to drink. You start to head back toward the bar, but stop. Not going back there tonight. You turn around and walk a few blocks to a small Chinese restaurant.
You're careful not to directly touch anyone, and a few egg rolls and some fried shrimp later, you're walking back to your apartment, a box of leftovers in your hand. When you're close, you see some flowering bushes outside a building's stoop. You don't know what they are, but they're colorful, and alive. You think back to the man you somehow incapacitated, and then to your hand, and then the bush. You take a quick peak. No one is paying attention to you. You reach out, laying your hand on one of the flowers. Your fingers peel away, and you look close. Nothing. The flower is as fine as it was before. Hrmm.
You walk into your apartment building, and up the flights of stairs. You step onto your floor and see that damn orange cat that belongs to your neighbors. Damn thing always shits in the hallway and meows all through the night. The cat sits, watching you.
"Here, kitty kitty." You whisper, reaching into your box of Chinese and pulling out a shrimp. You squat down, motioning for the cat to come to you. A few shakes of the shrimp, and the cat comes. You toss the shrimp a few inches in front of you, and the orange shit machine starts to eat. "There we go, good kitty." You reach out slowly, trying not to scare the cat. "Good kitty." You lay your palm on the cat, petting it lightly. Nothing happens. You keep petting it, and think back to what happened. You were drunk, uncoordinated, scared. The man came at you, and.
The cat mumbles a cry, and its legs fall out from under it. You pull your hand back. The cat is obviously still breathing, but it's breaths are shallow, and otherwise it's not moving.