Xeno Does Impressions

The day after a deadline is bliss. It's a big, deep breath. I've spent the day so far cleaning house, and you KNOW it's time for a breather when house cleaning sounded better than writing.

But always, it's when I decide to take a little break, and concentrate on mundane things, that the ol' imagination sneaks up and taps me on the shoulder. Here's my creeping ideas, as impersonated by Xeno the barn cat.

"Oh, it's you. Hello."

"Hold on. I don't think you heard me. Um..."

"Heellllloooo."

"I'm coming to get you."