Artistic Science

von-dunkelheit:

Words cannot describe
how much
I really don’t
want to be
a house wife.

“Make me a sandwich”, he says as he clicks the buttons on a remote control to flip channels through the television. Various things are littered around the floor from his laziness and failure to pick things up. Paper is crumpled and seen near the chairs, whille cans of soda or beer lay near the trash bin. 

You get up, with a face that shows you try to keep your calm. They always say that, joke or not, you think to yourself. You walk into the kitchen, where dishes are piled in and next to the sink. You find the loaf of bread stored in the pantry and grab two slices. Then you walk over to a room nearby and grab a few sewing needles, and then walk back into the kitchen. You carefully place the needles in the bread. Then you open the refrigerator to look for some berries you picked for this moment. You grab a handful of berries and place them in a little bowl and then proceed to get some peanut butter and jelly for it (because peanut butter and jelly is the best thing ever). You grab a knife and spread peanut butter on the bread. You take the berries in the bowl and squish them until they leak juice, and mix it with the jelly before spreading it onto the other slice of bread.

You place the sandwich on a plate and walk over to the man sitting in his seat, not doing anything productive. A sweet and deadly grin crosses your face. “Here you go dear." 

(Source: cat-coroner)