An Improv Story

[Phil 5,129]

It was dark. 

 

That's the usual state of things. Dark, humid, moist, and a smell that could drive away hellhounds. There's only a few  moment of reprieve. Wonderful reprieve, where a beam of light is introduced by a zipping sound. That is when I know I will serve my purpose. I must be important. There's many other things around me but usually I am the first one to be found. a claw finds me and lifts me out of the dark warm sac I reside in and I am placed where I belong. It's not much different up there, though. It's still warm, moist... darkness descends once again in a matter of moments, and the longer I stay there, the worse the smell gets. 

 

I am not unhappy. I am not upset. I serve my purpose. For the few hours I am doing what I was made for, I have a feeling of odd satisfaction. There's a slight breeze sometimes that grants me some change in environment, but mostly, this is where I become the wettest. Overall, I think I'm just a jock. 

 

 

Edited August 9, 2021 by Phil