The tiolet

The Toilet

           As I ate food from my plate to my mouth, it felt like gummy bears rolling down my throat. It felt like paradise as I chew down my chicken, and into my acidic tummy. As I look down my plate I see more and more bones piling up and was mushed yet, delicious. Sticky rice, so very sticky, I picked it with my hands, and it stuck to my fingers as if a snail was on my hand, slithering slowly down my arm. 

        The next thing I know was that my tummy started to tinkle, and started swirling up. Before I knew it, I was rushing hopelessly to the toilet which was a third floor run. 

As a I sit on the cold surface and a little bit of smelliness, the room started to tumble into my dreams, Tissue paper all over the floor as I keep on dreaming of what is going to happen.   

I pulled out my phone in my pocket and started playing a boring game so that I get this whole sitting o the toilet business out of the way. 

        The walls began to dance with the motion of the music from the game that I was playing, I sweet sound of birds chirping in the trees made me relaxed and peaceful. I forget about the whole thing, and when I was done, I came out of the cold toilet and went to sleep. 

The noisy sound of cars driving through the neighborhood at 9 am, Before I knew it I was fast asleep.