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

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

which could undo this strange curse upon me. I was getting weaker as I hobbled into my child's room. There on the desk were the crayons. I felt my brains and pigmentation drain.

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.