Sometimes when you are bored, you stare at

Sometimes when you are bored, you stare at a clock. I know I do, for a fact. But, when a random sheep pops up in your room, the total opposite happens.

The clock face stared at me, mocking me with each tictock, while the sheep romped about my room happily. The drawers of my dresser opened& closed by themselves. My closet door

opened and shut, while I sat on my bed bemused. What was going on? it was like something was haunting the room, the way everything was moving around on its own...

Or had Margery slipped something in my tea again? I rose to bathe, but found a Dolphin in the bath. I went to get some tea, but found the kettle had grown a pair of legs & run

down to the turkish bath to let of some steam. I decided to make spaghetti, but the pot had been evicted for making politically incorrect statements about the kettle & the fork had

leeched enough VX gas to snap my old cat out of his staring fits. Chairs, tables, rugs, even the air molecules, they all had a conscience. I punched myself. "Levitate now!"

Each violent instant was worse than the last. The rug reddened and the animals fled. This is not an exit: the shapes that make me block the

way. The way to the land beyond the closed door, beyond the entrapment that are these walls. The only way out is through himself, but he's not fully here. He'll never find the way

out, he thought, despairing at what he would need to do. Eventually it became feasible and his hand crept towards his mouth. Painfully soon, he disappeared with a pop.