Dinner
Dinner.
Mom calls, "JOSHUA, THE POT ROAST IS DONE!"
Yum. Pot roast.
"JOSHUA!" she screams again, "THE POT ROAST IS DONE!"
You smell the fumes, but you can't move.
Your feet are stuck to the floor.
There's a knock on your window.
It's the pot roast!
"Hey, buddy," he says, "Please don't eat me..."
The pot roast scampers away.
"Was that real?" you think.
"No, it couldn't be," you respond.
You walk down the stairs to the table.
Your mother, father, and sister are already sitting down.
"You know, Joshua, you shouldn't make your mother yell like that," your father scolds.
You apologize.
You see the pot roast.
It looks just like what was outside of your window.
But is it the same thing?
You eat it.
You swear you can hear it scream.
But you don't care.
It's delicious.
Outside, there is a cheesecake pleading to you.
Dessert.