I write this sitting in the kitchen sink. I could have never believed I actually fit there, but I did. Now I just hope this will not be the last thing I write. No one else is home right now and I can't get up. Luckily my roommate have a notebook in the kitchen in case of inspiration so I'm able to write this little story of mine.
I have always been fascinated with the human mind and the strange ideas that occur us from time to time. I just hope it's not the end of me. I was thinking about human's inner issues so I began wondering what would be the strangest thing for a person to want to do. In the meantime I was preparing a nice dish which needed some carrots. As a smart person I am I was deep in my thought while cutting the carrots to slices and managed to cut my finger. I began cleaning up the wound under the sink and then it occurred me: I want to sit in the kitchen sink.
So, here I am, stuck in the bloody kitchen sink. I wonder when John comes home. He usually isn't so late, what's keeping he so long? He can't possibly have anyone in his sight, he would have told me. Actually, he wouldn't have. I would have noticed though, poor John is so bad at hiding everything from me.
Now it's been already half an hour. What's taking him so long? Could this be the end of me for real? I don't want to die yet. It would be too disgraceful to die here.
After another half an hour a man walks inside and stares at me.
”Sherlock, what did you do this time?”
”Nothing. Now help.”
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