Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Prompt: Toast


I try to drag my head out of sleep as I barely manage to insert two slices of bread into the slots on the toaster. I find myself staring into the red glow of the coils, and it’s only when the toast pops up and I’m jarred awake that I realize I’d been asleep standing up.

In my dream I’d been the captain of a magical ship, sailing forth to unknown lands. Not anymore; it’s time to go sail a desk all day.

"Where’s the captain?"

"He was right here."

"Well, he’s gone!"

"Then surely we are doomed."

"Aye, indeed."

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