Tuesday, November 06, 2012

Me and my monkey (fiction)



Me and my monkey

There’s a monkey sitting in the corner watching me.  Really, there is. 

 I woke up this morning to find him staring at me.  He’s kind of cute.  He, well I think it’s a he, is a rusty shade of orange.  He has fuzzy hair that surrounds a soft tan face with small brown eyes.  He looks like an oversized stuffed animal. However, he’s alive. I know he’s alive because he makes a soft grunting noise every now and then.

I watch him as he watches me.  He scratches his bum and flicks his tail.  His eyes never leave me and he never leaves his spot in the corner.

How did this monkey end up in the corner of my room?  I don’t know, but for now I’ll just keep watching my monkey.  

 My monkey and me.

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