I gave my child a balloon for the day. Now sell such - large, shiny, of different shapes and colors. Our was in the form of some cartoon "live" machine - a huge, dark blue with bright white eyes and a stupid smile. Under the bandage, filled with helium, the ball hung boldly, supporting the ceiling, and rattled on us from above with large eyes, twisted. However, a week later, the helium from it slightly digested, and the ball changed its orbit. Now he was hanging in the air approximately at the level of an adult’s head. Driven by unknown air flows, the foolish car slowly moved from room to room, drawing a rope on the floor and irritating the cat. Everyone quickly got used to it and stopped noticing it.
I wanted green tea late in the evening. A large bowl of honey and lemon came into me like a dry ground. I complained about this stomach at three o’clock at night when I woke up for a natural reason. I dreamed of something interesting, I didn’t really want to go, but where to go... I decided to do it by the method of “half-blowing”: I went to the toilet with half-closed eyes and didn’t turn on the light. Our sanus is combined and quite spacious. I stumbled inside, stumbled upon a cat’s bowl and realized that in such darkness I was still not very comfortable. Above the shell in the mirror there was a built-in dim lamp, the light of which was barely enough to illuminate this mirror. Practically the night is what needs to be! I stretched out my hand and touched the switch.
Suddenly someone touched my shoulder.
Not strong, but quite tangible.
I suddenly sweated, my stomach was not good. I raise my eyes to the mirror - something big and black moves over me from behind and looks straight into my soul with terrible white eyes.
This is where I almost did everything I came to, with over-execution of the plan.
With one jump, I found myself behind the threshold and turned on the light. I threw out the flying paddle into the corridor, returned to the shell, splashed on the face with cool water... I stand, I look at myself – this is an adult man, and the heart is beating, the hands are not listening...
As in that anecdote: "I understand that this is Bobik, not a bear, and I can't stop fucking..."
I did not sleep until morning.