It flew out the window
The cushion landed on the roof while a cold wind blew in my face.
Angry elephants stared at me.
Neighbors ran out in panic, grabbing their kids, dragging them to safety.
Still slightly dazed I wondered what the heck just happened.
My roommate downstairs firing up the oven was the logical explanation when I sat on the couch, chilling my day off, smelling smoke.
Legit, we have weather, gotta burn some wood.
I smoked and something else did as well.
Wafts of fog started filling the room. Good stuff I thought but then...
Weird.
Looked to the left out of the kitchen window.
A column of smoke, that an Indian couldn't have fanned better, rose in front of the heater.
Weird.
Weird.
Damnit, cushion burning!
Weird.
So this is how it goes?
Random self-ignition?
I know.
Cushion in front of a heater?
It has been there and done that for many years, never been pissed bout that.
Now this!
Little shit just burned away, trying to kill me.
Great sight, watching me water a smoking cushion on the roof with a small water can.
Looked legit. Not a bit embarrassing.
Humor is when you laugh anyway.
I did.
Once I was sure I wasn't homeless.
Must have been an even greater sight, watching me water a smoking cushion on the roof with a small water can, giggling like a psychopath.
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