Today my house has been a physical catalogue of welcome idleness and unrestrained laze, but do you see me worry? Ignore the almost popping vein on my forehead and tell me.
Do not stare at me weeping while mopping floors for the third time and answer my question.
Forget that I've had to clean the kitchen sink drain pipe because I was helped in cleaning dishes and most of the gunk was thrown down the drain instead of in the dustbin.
Pay no mind to the belts and socks lining the table and look into my eyes and tell me.
I'll repeat the question. Do I look worried?
Am I simply not spilling with positive exuberance even as I try to sort dirty clothes mixed in carelessly with the pile of freshly washed ones?
Don't you think my heart is leaping out of its sockets, breaking free of blood pumpkin arteries as I smile even after realising no attention is paid to segregate wet garbage from dried one.
Oh won't you respond while I cock this gun to your head and pantomime blowing brains and chips of skull?
Don't be such a spoil sport now..feedbacks are both valued and welcome.
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