Startled by Towels
by Joshua Moses
I woke up when the smoke alarm insisted. Either the curtains were on fire or I hadn't changed the battery. The room danced like a con man's cover and the floor exchanged places with the ceiling. Somehow my legs kicked off the sheets and I crawled along the carpet, pushed my way into the bathroom and hid in the shower. On top of the toilet was a stack of fresh towels. Fuck, I thought. Not again.
kinetic, charged music and build up of curiosity--i read it 3 x for the sound of it *
Thanks, Bobbi!