Kitties and Kitchens

via PEtER R0SS

... my mom is moving into a new place with her good friend and I'm there to see it for the first time. The kitchen is in the middle of the living space, which seems out of place. We walk through to the back of the house and there's another, small, kitchen. I'm standing in the corner and my mom explains that they're going to use this as the actual kitchen and use the one in the middle of the house as living space.

There are persian kitties in the house. I pick one up; he's brown and really soft and furry. I have to hold him with his back against me and belly out otherwise he doesn't like to be held. I like holding him.

We go downstairs where my mom's room will be. There's a nice bathroom but some of the basement is still unfinished. I'm holding a tiny kitten. He's really furry and soft too but he keeps pawing to get down. I'm holding him so close to my face his tiny kitten claws are going to scratch my nose but I don't care! I keep holding him and go upstairs...

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The Dock

via toastforbrekkie

... I'm standing at the very end of a long dock, with my family. There's something wrong with it so I saw the entire side of it off. But my dad says it's still uneven. I walk back up the dock, but since I sawed it there's no anchor points and it starts warping. Right by the shore I fall in the lake. I can swim fine, but I feel seaweed on my legs; it gives me shivers, gotta get out! I get back up on the dock and my dad is talking to me about fixing it. I help him by throwing the rope back under the anchoring rock...

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Long Distance Phone Call

... talking on the phone with my mom, who is in Japan.

Mom "I miss you."
Me "Oh, pretty soon you'll be saying to me how much you miss Japan!"...

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The Elevator

via navema

... I'm at my parent's house, drinking vodka. My mom wants to run an errand so I go with her. We're sitting in the car and I'm holding a drinking glass - that's about 1/4 full of vodka - like I forgot it was in my hand. My mom probably thinks it's just water. Or does she? Does she think I'm a drunk? I take a sip, try not to cringe, and hope my mom can't smell the liquor...

We're inside, looking for the elevator. It's a high rise art deco style building and a little run down. My mom is walking ahead of me and I don't think she's going the right direction because it looks like we're in the basement. She calls out to me

"What floor? You want alcohol right?"

What, why is she saying that? She presses "Up" and the elevator door opens. This is no ordinary elevator. It's round, spherical, and there's a spiral staircase that goes to... nowhere? It's quiet for a minute. We just stand there, waiting. I wonder why the walls are curved...

Suddenly the elevator ascends. And spirals. I'm thrown back, but caught by the curve in the wall. It's going really fast. I'm upside down. The vodka spills. I try to catch it in my mitten. I close my eyes because I'm afraid of getting dizzy, I'm frightened but this is fun! It's like a roller coaster. I think to take a picture. I try to shove my hand in my pocket to get my phone but I can't get it, my jeans are too tight! The elevator begins to stop and I brace myself. That was a wild ride! My mom said it seems unsafe.

We get out and my mom is already ahead of me again. I forgot my jacket in the elevator! I run back and open it. I hold the door with my foot and try to reach in. I do not want to go for another ride, alone! I can't reach. I yell for my mom. I yell again. She comes back and holds the door while I gather all my stuff - jacket, mittens, some other things. I have trouble carrying it all. Catching up to my mom I pass a mother watching her small children climb into what looks like a trash chute ("maximum 4 people" the sign says)...

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