1 Daily Routine

I can always hear them. They sit there day in and day out, never really saying anything. I always seem to have the cold shoulder from them. I never get a good morning like they do as they make their morning coffee nor do I ever get offered any. The same could be said about their nightly kitchen raid. I don't understand. They open the drawers, they open the cabinets, and yet I am mounted in place. Forced to see and never be a part of anything thing. Stuck forever never knowing the most basic of things. Like what is beyond this room? Is there something above me? Oh, they're here again. The fridge opens with a creak and shuts almost too silently as the rush out of the room towards the unknown in my world.

The clock ticks by with every second that's wasted as I'm stuck in this cell-like life. Unmoving. They come in and come out. Day after day. Night after night. It's always the same schedule. They do the same thing.

Something's different. The ticking's the same. Day and night are perfectly fine. Somehow though they are not. They have been rushing around with a bunch of new things. These things are brown, weird-looking, and confusing. I've never seen anything like it before. The brown things are spread throughout the kitchen floor. They keep putting things in it. Plates, bowls, and even the silvers from the drawers. Even with this new thing, everything else remained the same. I still wait stuck in place.

The kitchen's bare for once. Everything within my eyes is missing. The counters lay bare, the cabinets are empty, and the drawers haven't been open in days. It's odd. It's different. It's concerning. Where is everything? Even the brown things are missing from where they used to spread across the floor. They left too. I haven't seen them in a while. I haven't heard them. Their morning coffee hasn't happened and neither has the nightly raid of the kitchen.

Where did they go? Why am I all alone?

Everything is not the same.