Written on November 21, 2014
Seattle was just sitting down to breakfast, crackling bowl of Lucky Charms sitting on the table in front of her and sunshine glimmering off of the silver spoon in her hand, when Phillis walked into the room with a determined look on her face. Seattle wondered how a mortal could be so awake at such an early hour. Her roommate plopped herself clumsily into the chair opposite and stared at her, eyes narrowed. After a few minutes of Seattle awkwardly chewing her sweet cereal, Phillis spoke up.
"Sophia, you have... a framed wooden spoon. Hanging in your room." Her expression was one of complete and utter confusion.
"Is this news to you?" Seattle smiled jokingly as she said this.
"No, but I've never bothered to ask before; why, dare I ask, do you have a framed wooden spoon in your room? You treat it like a precious antique, for Christ's sake. What the fuck."
Seattle just chuckled, shaking her head and looking down at her soggy cereal. Bird songs carried through the open window, sweet harbingers of a cold Pacific Northwest springtime. "It kind of is, I suppose. Older than you'd probably believe." Seattle then turned toward the source of the tunes, eyes narrowing at the bright morning sun.
"Wow, thanks. That really gives me a lot of information and is extremely helpful." Phillis continued to stare at Seattle with an annoyed look on her face. Minutes passed before she realized she wasn't going to get a straight answer out of her irritatingly cryptic roommate. She finally gave up and rose to take her shower, Seattle still munching at her cold cereal.
"Sophia, you have... a framed wooden spoon. Hanging in your room." Her expression was one of complete and utter confusion.
"Is this news to you?" Seattle smiled jokingly as she said this.
"No, but I've never bothered to ask before; why, dare I ask, do you have a framed wooden spoon in your room? You treat it like a precious antique, for Christ's sake. What the fuck."
Seattle just chuckled, shaking her head and looking down at her soggy cereal. Bird songs carried through the open window, sweet harbingers of a cold Pacific Northwest springtime. "It kind of is, I suppose. Older than you'd probably believe." Seattle then turned toward the source of the tunes, eyes narrowing at the bright morning sun.
"Wow, thanks. That really gives me a lot of information and is extremely helpful." Phillis continued to stare at Seattle with an annoyed look on her face. Minutes passed before she realized she wasn't going to get a straight answer out of her irritatingly cryptic roommate. She finally gave up and rose to take her shower, Seattle still munching at her cold cereal.