An Inside View
I set the dish of cheese eyeballs down on the counter, proud of my latest completed concoction. Just before I called everyone to dinner, I felt a weird tingling up my spine that sent me on high alert. I knew what was coming, and I knew there was nothing I could do to stop it. I took a few steps forward to see if I could make it to my family before it started, but it was useless. My body immediately went rigid, frozen in place as the events began.
It started with the dining room table. Every item placed atop it was moved, including my delicious cheese eyeballs. They hovered over to the kitchen’s island before the dining room table disappeared. Next to go were the dining chairs, blinking out in succession. If I still had the ability to move, I probably would have cried. I had always thought our dining room was beautifully decorated.
My silver sink was changed to a copper one that clashed horribly with my kitchen counters. However, as soon as I had that thought, the counters began disappearing, too. I will admit the new ones went well with the new sink, but I still liked the old ones more. I had finally gotten used to them after they appeared last month. Would these new ones change as soon as I had gotten used to them? Would I hate the next ones even more? I contemplated this as random clutter popped up and positioned itself around the kitchen. They zoomed around the room, flashing red and green as they determined where they would live for however long they would be in my home.
These random events happened often and left me feeling alienated in my own home. It’s weird to think a toaster could send goosebumps up my spine, but it’s the fact that it comes from literally nowhere. And, my money was used to buy it! How is that fair? Literally, the only plus side to this situation was the forces behind this rearranging always made sure I had top-of-the-line products. For example, the green trash can. It had been added last year, and, even though it never went with anything else in the house, it did help save me money. I’m not sure how it worked exactly, but I had lovingly named it Herbert.
After what felt like hours, I was finally able to move again. I spun around to check out my new surroundings, and I absolutely hated it. Having no say so in the way my house looked was always so frustrating, but life goes on. I ignored the thought gnawing in the back of my head that other rooms of my house might have changed as well. The steam still billowed off my cheese eyeballs, so I called my family to dinner before deciding to wash the dishes. I frowned at my new ugly kitchen sink before an idea dawned on me. I could wash them in the bathroom sink!
