When he slept he couldn't stretch his legs out or they would hit the end of the wall so he slept
on his side with his knees curled up. The room was only wide enough to fit two
small people side by side laying down. There were continual leaks that dripped
into metal bowls he had to walk down the hallway and empty every four or five
hours. Really though, he only spent five or si hours in his little apartment
every day, the rest were spent working.
They kept him
too tired with work and just docile enough with a television so he never made much
noise about his situation. He could never imagine a thousand miles away people
had bathtubs bigger than his entire home. Or that, not only did they have their
own bathroom but they had three or four. He was happy enough. He had food with
a little spice and a television. Plus, he was good at his job and his manager
was thankful for that.
One night as he
slept he felt a little drop on his head. The leak was growing but he didn’t
want to complain so he just moved a bowl under the drip and slept at the bottom
half of his bed. Another hour passed and there was a small rainstorm in his
little apartment. He wasn’t sure who to tell because he didn’t know who owned
the building. Finally, the ceiling and all that was above it, came down and
crushed him and his tiny existence.
His manager’s
water heater had been leaking for months and finally the floor had had enough.
They cleaned out the mess, replaced the water heater and after a week it was an
apartment again.
When she slept
she was the perfect size.
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