Assignment 12- Sheridan Wagner

                My days always start out dark. It’s pitch black and cramped. The fur coat on my left nudges me and asks me to check to see if it’s winter yet when they take me out. It’s Sunday, and that means cleaning day. I wait in the darkness for a few more hours before the door opens and a blinding light floods in. The giant grabs me and rolls me out into the middle of the room. There’s a giant fir in the corner of the room with colorful spheres of light hanging from it. I’ve learned over the years that this means the cold is near. The fur coat will be happy. They unwrap the cord around my arm and take it over to the hole in the wall. In one second everything is quiet and in the next few I’m roaring to life. The sound is deafening. A small furry creature yelps and scurries away. I’m taken and rolled across the carpet, collecting everything I can. Dust, hair, dirt fills me. It doesn’t last more than an hour. Next thing I know, it’s quiet once again and the cord is back around my arm. I’m rolled back into the closet and the door is shut behind me.

“Hey, Dyson. Did you get the weather forecast?” asks one of the coats.

I reply, “The tree’s up. It shouldn’t be long now. You’ll probably be out before next Sunday.”