melancholy

I woke up and the numbers laughed at me. All my clothes were covered in lint, and there was a strange smell coming from the gaping hole in my wall.

I walked outside.

On the sidewalk, I met a seventy year old man dressed in a suit of human skin. He told me there was something funny ahead, and I had to go see.

I kept walking.

There were people pushing shopping carts inside the store. I wanted to get some art supplies, but I wasn't sure if I should; last time, the broken glass pricked me.
I was horrified. As I passed the plants they had all died.

I sat down to get something to eat, and started drawing on my napkin, but by the time I finished sketching the napkin was covered in lint.

The lint began to wriggle. Only it wasn't lint; it was tiny crustaceans, brill shrimp or something like that. They all began making a drawn out "woooo" noise. This frightened me for some reason, so I ran away.

The sound only became louder.

As I ran home, I saw the old man again walking his dog. I wanted to tell him that the dog had no feet, but when I opened my mouth he just started laughing.

I finally reached my front door. When it slid completely closed the noise stopped.
The phone began ringing. I signed on.