Isle of Man
it’s colder on the moon>
woke up to the sounds coming from a toy piano…
which was odd because I wasn’t aware of owning any toy pianos…
so I followed my ears to the source.
I opened the cupboard door because the chilly fog coming from it had music note cut-outs within it. That was a good sign.
Sticking my damn head within the upper shelves of the cupboard was how I became aware of the little door behind the never-used plates. Seeing as how I was much too large for a tiny little door I decided to climb completely onto the top shelf so I could position my eye for a better view knocking over everything in the process.
Resting completely up top, I quietly used my teeth to open the door knob, careful not to disturb the concentration of the tiny toy pianist. When the door was opened, I was blinded by light forcing me to fall face first into the waiting fists of the kitchen floor below. The blows left me unconscious for a while…
...when I came through the flight attendant was sternly reminding everyone that tampering with the lavatories’ smoke detectors would result in 3 weeks of manual labour.
Babies come from butts.
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