It was just one of those days where I knew

It was just one of those days where I knew I woke up on the side of the bed, but couldn't help myself when I felt the anger coming. Shrley was asking for it when she

got all up in mah grill. I looked at her with anger in my eyes. Why couldn't she have stayed on her side of the bed? I proceeded to

pour chocolate and strawberry syrup on her while she slept such that it appeared as her nipples were the eyes of a grotesque face with a fiendish, mad, and bloody smile.

I liked my lips and dove in. After twenty minutes of pure ecstasy I began to get nervous. Every few moments, I would check the alarm clock. How long would the Quaaludes last?

But my voice sounded like an echoey Klaxon. I beeped around my melted candy land thoughts. Waving at the happy sugar children. These quaaludes were really

kicking in or wearing off, I couldn't tell which. Several days and fifty six trip to the bathroom later, I came out of my cube to see that the world was still there, just duller.

I had no idea the world had been colored with washable markers. I shook my freshly washed hands. The spray of water caused the beige on the cubicle to fade. My hands were colorless

. In the mirror my runny nose dribbled peach color into the sink. I could see gray matter. I rushed to the exit to see the rain wash the sky. The only hope was my sons crayons

I had to leave her one last message. One last..thing..to show my feelings. Can't word. I can only. ... The father was taken to hospital. On the child's desk, a picture of ponies.