Monkey909

As Dawsie leapt into a pair of sweatpants, I wondered into the living room. It was a mess. The aftermath of Dawsie’s brief inflation had left most of the furniture turned on its side, pictures hung crooked on the wall, books had fallen from their shelves and the contents of the living room cabinets were emptied onto the floor. The latter, I’m guessing, was the result of Dawsie’s frantic search for the antidote. The small vile that once contained the antidote lied sideways on the floor. Empty.