Lucid Waking

Archive for June 27th, 2006

Genevieve’s Kitchen

    She opened the door to her house with two armfuls of groceries in her hands. She flicked the keys to the table to her right, and kicked the door closed. Her feet were sore from her pumps and she ached from the cold. As soon as she shut the door and kicked off her shoes, she realized there was a lot of bustle in the kitchen as someone banged around with the pots and pans. She walked slowly into the kitchen with her groceries and put them on the table. The room was in complete disarray: eggs were shattered on the floor and water was dripping from the ceiling. Catsup, and various raw meats were smashed into the countertops and her sink was overflowing with suds. Small handprints were all over her utensils and dishes, yet there was no one in the kitchen and most definitely no one in the pots and pans cupboard, which she checked twice. She raised one eyebrow and stepped back into an egg yolk. She sighed, aggravated, and grabbed the paper towels by the sink. Once she had gotten through the first two that were soaked with mustard, she managed to soak up all the eggs. She slipped off her hose and threw them onto the table. Her bare feet were raw and red, but she continued to stand as she cleaned off the counter and walls. The sky was dark outside when she plopped down on a kitchen chair. She closed her eyes for a bit until she heard rustling behind the garbage can under the sink. She got up and flung open the doors, finding nothing but a clean bag where a full one once was. She closed the doors cautiously and started putting the groceries away. When she was finished, she went upstairs, taking her hose and shoes and got ready for bed. (more…)