Flash Fiction: Another Sticky Day

I am personifying an everyday object.  Would you like to hazard a guess as to what the object is?

living roomI lie on the couch while watching the tiny beams of sunlight attempt to penetrate the tightly shut blinds of this dark room. Like always, I am staring at the ceiling while trying my hardest to ignore the stickiness. The twins had spilled orange soda on me again.

How great it will be if I have arms and legs? With arms and legs, I can cross the room, open the blinds, and drown this room in sunlight. With arms and legs, I can escape the twins and their sticky fingers.  I can finally rid myself of this stickiness and misery. I can finally have freedom and a life. If only my fantasy can turn into reality.


Originally written and published: May 19, 2014
Revised: December 10, 2015

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