What Would You Tell Us If You Were A Dust?

The sound of the vacuum cleaner is getting closer than ever. You know there is less than a split second of time to finish up what you are planning to write. But you also know that you needed less than a lesser split second of time to plan what you are planning to write.

Having sad that however, at the back of your head, you are also annoyed that you might have to explain why would the sound of the vacuum cleaner getting ever closer would stop you from writing this.

But since you are pressured and knowing that the less than a split second of time is getting lesser than ever, it will be really stupid to.... no wait....

ohhh........shit..........ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....

ohhhhhh...........no...................god..........please.............

Melody

Melody is a table lamp. She is capable of shinning, if say, is given the chance to. But was she given any chance at all? Yes. Did she screw it up? Unfortunately she did. Why did she screw it up? Did she screw it up on purpose? Why would a table lamp purposely screwed up something when she was given the chance to shine? Is the table lamp who purposely screwed up somehing when she was given the chance to called Melody? Yes, indeed we just covered that in the first line, had you concentrate on reading this.

Melody is sitting beside the hallway of a place that shall not be named. Melody is exposed to strong winds and rain at times, but is still holding herself together.

If you willing to give Melody a second chance, genuinely willing to give her a second chance, you are welcome to write in.

By the way, there is also an old mattress called Gabriel. But that's another story.