Spoon slept alone dreaming of spooning. The dream was to overcome the tired cliché and to soar into the sky. Bright colors and lights flicked on and off. Out in the distance were various static noises. I will think about how the suburbs turned back into nature since nobody really wanted to be there, with some exurbs scattered about.
A grand piano falls out of the sky, crushing me instantly. It did not hurt. Only the disappointment hurt.
I wake up and eat Morningstar farms bacon. Outside the weather will be perfect. Many delicious and nutritious snacks were sitting there waiting to be brought to a loving home. The plane’s belly grew warm. Chocolate was melting off the strawberries. One sweet, calorie-conscious gift could restore those hurt feelings.
Spoon spooned Fork. It did not hurt. Only the disappointment hurt.
Humans seemed to recover from failure. To do this they needed the tenderness of spooning with the aggression of forking. That was a fun house party. Remember to Spork with your loved ones. Keep the memory of Spork alive.
Together they talked and she hugged him tightly. It did not hurt. Only the disappointment hurt. And this is exactly what Mike knew to be true.