hot pan
I wake up to sizzling sounds from the kitchen. I walk up and there you are preparing something in a pan. I pussyfoot towards your back, cannot keep my hands from doing what they do: i offer salt, pepper and further instructions on how to proceed with the food. You look at me like what the fuck and i find it so funny i start dancing like mc Hammer. You say that i am an autistic child caged in an old hags body. That makes me laugh even more and i start breakdancing now.
