The bear and the orange juice. - joneworlds@mailbox.org I was deep blue, far into the sogs of fall. One day, I thought of the hot dog forgotten in the microwave. I reached for its handle. The microwave gave me a troubled look, and spoke. "Are you sure about this?" "Yes, it's about time." I opened its door. There was no hot dog. A bear's head was there instead. Its fur was brown. It spoke to me. "Go to your front door, and there you will find what you need." At the door, before I could open it, a bluetooth mouse leaped off the table and onto my shoulder. It whispered in my ear. "Do not drink it." I opened the door. The sky was oddly purple. On the mat was a glass of orange juice. I had the thirst, so I picked up the glass and took a sip. And then I saw a large maple leaf fall from a tree. I took a second sip. Then I saw that the stop sign across the street had fallen over. I took a third sip, and set the glass down on the mat once again. The bear from inside the microwave appeared before me on the doorstep, and knocked over the glass. To my horror, the tiniest goblin crawled out of the bottom of it, laughed, ran across the street, and disappeared under a bush. "That seems a bit off," said the bear, who now had black fur. It lumbered around me through the door, and lay down on the couch. I noticed that exactly eleven muddy paw prints stained the rug. This being two more than nine, for a moment I was filled with fear. That bear remains on the couch to this day, slumbering softly but has never awoken. And the bluetooth mouse no longer speaks at all.