it seems as though I've been alone, forever
laying here on her bed, forgotten
water gone, long gone
stomach empty - I can't remember the last time I had food.
she should be thankful:
a scary man came to put stuff through
that hole in our door, but don't worry
I scared him off.
and the squirrels too.
house guarded, thanks to me,
nothing but myself
she just can't leave like that and...
wait.
what's that.
the door
is opening?
a scent.
familiar...
fills my nose.
mom?
mom!
my body wiggles as I say
"HI wherehaveyoubeen everything'sgreataroundhere youwouldnotbelievewhatI'vebeenthrough."
she shows me her teeth and says
"I've only been gone 15 minutes."
yeah whatever -
15 minutes is practically forever, right?
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Author:
branaugh (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Humor
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