Memory's Domain

Kitchen by J.Hazlett

Before me stands the door.  Beyond the door lies what is to be the scene of a
heinous offense.  But that which is deservedly mine shall soon be again in my
grasp.  None may stop me.  None!  I have come, Great Doorway, and your
devious, cunning knob shall not prevent my clandestine act!  Open, I say,
open!
	I am here.  In the kitchen.  The sparkling green linoleum shines with
the reflection of the sun glowing through an open window.  In a few places,
the sparkling green linoleum is cracking and beginning to peel from the hard
wood floor beneath.  The sparkling green linoleum is otherwise smooth,
polished, cleansed.  The sparkling green linoleum is a problem.  The
sparkling green linoleum will tell all.
	Across the room is the kitchen sink.  The kitchen sink - oh, faithful
friend, who washes my vegetables.  Oh, faithful friend, who pulls fresh, pure
water from whence I don't know.  Oh, faithful friend, who eats Mother's liver
casserole and Father's Octopus Surprise for me.  Oh, faithful friend, you have
served me well.  But you, too, must not see what I am about to do, faithful
friend.  Turn away.
	The refrigerator!  Oh, demonic box of cold!  You will be my greatest
threat, my nemesis of steel.  You stand before me and my fate.  Do not try to
stop me.  Part thy gates, Behemoth of the Frosts!  Let me take what is
rightfully mine!
	A final obstacle now smiles at me.  The iron-willed tin holding my
destiny smirks at my desires.  But nothing may come between my fortune and
me!  So loosen thy seal, or I will twist and tear at your lid!  You do not open
on my whims, fiend, so open by my grip!  Whine with agony as your seal is
shorn from you!  Relinquish that which belongs to me!  Give me my Spam!
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