The crackling of the fire sent a warm glow through the living room. My mind slowly drifted to rest, thinking about what was to come tommorow. A cold wind blew across the roof, and snow fell from the trees. I looked outside my bedside window and I could see the bright lights of houses slowly dim as the little ones were put to bed. A cold chill managed to creep through my window and I snuggled under my covers a little more. Bundling up in a little ball I rolled around on my bed. I finally was what I wanted to become, I was something great, something special, I was a burrito of warmth on a cold dark Christmas Eve night.
Happy 2015!
Okay Eddie! I like it!
ReplyDeleteHaha I like this slice of life, it has some good buildup and a pretty funny conclusion.
ReplyDeletenice buildup. very anticlimactic. also nice use of burrito.
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