April 7, 2015

My family was standing around the kitchen and I was holding a cold convenience-store-bought hamburger. I popped it into the microwave for 10 seconds while absentmindedly looking at the television in front of the white couch. It wasn’t like our home to have unpainted walls but that’s neither here nor there. I took my food back out and walked around to the bar table to start eating. My brother was talking about how he didn’t like his chicken sandwich to which my mother, standing in front of the sink with the aforementioned sandwich in her hand, asked me about the quality of sandwiches from the store. I replied that I knew of them having some good ones but I wasn’t sure about the chicken sandwich.

A few bites in made me realize that my burger was still cold. I didn’t even take off the plastic wrap when I was microwaving it. I got off of my chair to walk back around to the microwave and put it in along with two eggs. I was wondering where I should set it to 3 minutes or 15. I decided on 3 minutes and closed the door. It wasn’t long before the oven stopped so I opened the door again to see that a small white chick had come out of one of the eggs and was chirping. I took the bird out but I was sure of what to do with it.

I went back to my computer and was deleting some files that I had once planned to use as reaction images and never got to do. My mom was sitting at the bar table reading a letter. There was a flash of red and blue resembling a police siren on the television screen.