Capsized Marginata

I knocked over the Dracaena after Beetle's party. I should never have moved it near the bathroom. I shaped the released mud into a pillow, and slept on the floor. Earlier, on prowl in the kitchen, I prepared a night-feast.

My smokes were missing this morning. I found them along with a marker, in the cupboard where I keep the cereal. I laughed and dropped the smokes when I read the message scrawled across the box of Muesli.

"Is earth pulling us in, or is the universe pushing?"

A dab of green caught my eye while upside-down, picking up the pack and the few escapee cigarettes. The Dracaena lay near my coat and shoes, at the end of the hall.

I left the apartment; shoes, coat, time for a smoke.