Among the empty rolls cubicles
There lies only one full roll cubicle
Seeking relentlessly and found one
Inspiration On: Wednesday, 29 May 2013 at 5:33pm
Inspiration Ends On: Thursday, 30 May 2013 at 4:44pm
Before I bought groceries, I entered into the toilet. None of the cubicles have a tissue roll. Persistently, I looked around and found one roll of tissue. So I was reminded of finding a needle in the haystack.
Rolling to the left
Butt facing me
Pooooot!
A long fart
Its stench
Ticks my nostril
Its stench is like
The smell of poo
Air pollution!
Smelly
Smelly!
Inspiration On: Wednesday, 29 May 2013 from 2:33am to 2:38am
My husband was sleeping besides me while I read a book. The fart sound shocked me. Then it was followed by the stench smell hurt my nostril. Oh, my misery to have insomnia.
Oh
Rolling to me
Grabbing the whole blanket
Roll back to his position
Rolling to the other side
Next day
Rolling to me
Grabbing my bolster
Roll back to his position
Rolling to the other side
Several days later
Rolling to me
Breathing snore
Roll back to his position
Rolling to the other side
Gritting his teeth
Days pass by
Rolling to me again
Grabbing air
Roll back to his position
Rolling to the other side
Roll and roll
Wakes up on the floor.
Inspiration On: Tuesday, 21 May 2013 from 1:25am to 1:31am
This is my every night experience sleeping with my husband. So I choose to have a separate blanket. Thank God he didn’t squash me with his large and tall body. Maybe I’m too sensitive. I do wonder how I sleep. He told me that he ever fell from his bed. Only realizing it after he woke up.
PAM!
Kicking the empty bucket
PAM!
BAM! BAM!
It falls over
As it
ROLL! ROLL!
And
ROLL! ROLL!
SCOLDING!
Afraid of grandma’s scolding
Grandma’s first scolding
WAIL!
Wail FeArFuLlY.
On his cot, he confesses
Confesses of his wrongdoings
Wrongdoings to me.
Slowly & gently, I explain
It is wrong
Wrong to kick the bucket
The empty bucket.
Don’t repeat it.
Nod, nod.
Nodding in agreement.
Learning his lesson.
Inspiration On: Thursday, 4 April 2013 at 11:45pm
Inspiration On: Saturday, 6 April 2013 at 9:57pm
Upon rushing home from the lecture performance, my son played with the recycled bucket in his grandma’s room during my shower. His grandma never scolds him and tends to spoil him with lots of things. The recycled empty bucket is to contain the air-conditioner leakage. Of course, my son was testing his grandma’s patience. Scolding occurs then afraid. Next day onwards, he stops doing it.
Yoshiko 