It is the obnoxious scream of the vacuum that drags me from slumber. Through half-closed, sleep crusted eyes, I see it is 2:30 in the morning. 1
I wonder, if someone has decided to finally break into my house to steal the only thing of real value I own; the piano. Upon entering the house, the thief, so disgusted by my littered dining room floor, decided to take it upon himself to vacuum for me. 2
That makes me smile, and I roll over to go back to sleep; unconcerned about who’s running the machine, only grateful that it’s finally getting done.3
Author notes
This is a pre-write, it was under "poems" even though it's not one.
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Cool story about speed demon house keepin'. Thanks for reading "Sturgis".
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lol. I was saddened that I lost the contest, but you so deserved to place. This was a great piece! Congrats
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This is awesome- a perfect little gem! I love to see such great writing in such a small package- it's definitely a good thing. Very nicely done!
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