this morning #1454.

this morning, when i awoke, the toaster was missing. a glaring, blank space on the kitchen counter. in its place was a post-it note from my roommate. four words: I SOLD THE TOASTER. i couldn’t grasp what was even happening. as far as i could deduce, in the time between when i went to sleep & now, he’d taken the toaster somewhere & sold it. late-night kitchen appliance transaction. why the toaster? why last night? is he that hard up for cash? i had so many questions. i headed down the hall to his bedroom to see if i could get some answers. when i knocked on his door, it swung open. he was not there. in fact, the only item that was there was a mattress. devoid of sheets. he’d already sold the rest.