The Cat The cat hovered in the doorway, forbidden to enter by the barrier of light which shone from the window. The curtains had changed their mind about their color. The bookshelf must have sprouted legs to get to its new position. The couch seemed somewhat magnetically attracted to the table. She pierced the light with her head and narrowed her eyes. Was that the smell of a new candle that saturated the room? The room echoed with her cry of confusion as she stood in front of this new version of the room that she had always known. Why hasn't her owner finished remodeling the room? A cloud blinded the window. A shadow trotted across the room and glided onto a dark figure lying on the floor. She softly pawed at the figure, cried once more, and then ran off to another room. The cloud passed. There was a line of red paw prints across the room.
I met a girlI met a girl; she had a beautiful smile,We went on a date, and were happy for a while,Until the day she took me to her place,She looked at me with a confused look on her face,She asked, "What was the name of that restaurant where we ate?"I replied, "I can't remember, but it's getting quite late.""It's alright, I'll look online."She sat in her chair, colored lime.In her browser "Yahoo.com" she typed,"Google is better than Yahoo," I griped."They're all the same, don't you be sore!""We're done," I said, as I left through the door.