I sat on the grey couch within my home, listening to my boneless seahorse swim around its enclosure. On the TV, I watched the 8 foot tall Elephant feed its child. The child was small and cute, the mini movements of it filled me with joy.
I hear a noise.
I realise that it was my stomach rumbling.
I get up and walk toward the open kitchen, which was only a few feet away and pull out the weirdly purple avocado, breathing in the warm, misty air. I started to skin the fruit.
Minutes later, after crushing and mixing, I have guacamole.