Glue

And there I was, contemplating on what the Electric Bungalow had casted upon me.

By the time I returned home, my eyes fell out of my sockets. They fell onto the ground like balls, and I picked them up. After giving them a gentle blow, I put them back in.

Out of all the days, I thought, why today? All I did was to go to the local diner and get some lunch, and now look what's happened.

My home just drenched in glue. Sticky and smelly white glue that pretty much resembles a spider's web if it was completely buffed and thick.

The insides were sticky. The outsides were no different. The barn in particular was also sticky. Even the ground itself had its fair share of glue.

I headed over to the room of my little brother, aged 10, who borrowed my glue for a project. In his room was the source of most of the glue, splattered on the walls. He looked at me with a sheepish smile.

"Next time." I tell him. "Do not squeeze the glue too damn hard!" I exclaimed to him.