Ella joke

Sarah sighed as she walked into the kitchen. She almost (but not completely) forgot that she had dishes to wash. Ella's music practice has distracted her for too long. Her slippers are too big for her now. When she drags around the kitchen in her huge slippers, her heels hardly leave the ground. She scratched at the dried eggs on the sleeves of the sweater. She picked up the rag and dried it on the tap. She began to wipe the crumbs on the surface, bypassing the sundries, but put it under the bottle. It feels delicious and full; There is only half a cup left. She sniffed the cork and relaxed her shoulders.

The dishwasher began to hum softly, and Sarah turned off the light. She slipped into the living room and collapsed on the sofa. As usual, mats were thrown all over the floor. The bottle winked at her from the vantage point in the middle of the coffee table. Sarah looked straight ahead and turned on the TV. She watched "Half a Ton of Mom", just have courage; Half listening to the key on the door. The glass in her hand feels smooth and delicate. Sarah stared at her through the glass, and "Mom" became bigger.

Later, when she tried to sit up, the liquid shook comfortably in her stomach. She slid down from the sofa with a smile. Thankfully, ella didn't put the cushion back. Her eyes were fixed on her face, wearing shiny black shoes that she didn't have before, and she smiled at her. Her lips stick to her teeth, and when her lips tear, she can taste the metal blood flowing into her mouth. She wiped her mouth and could feel the dried spittle line solidified on her cheek. She muttered and stumbled out of the room, and a curtain of greasy hair covered her face.