So I woke up the other day, hit snooze 15 times, cursed the dawn, got dressed, and made my way to the bathroom to brush up. When I reached the kitchen, a rat on the counter gave me pause.
It was up on its haunches, eating some kale. Alright. Okay. It seemed pretty chill. My brain was firing up very slowly, and something moved in the corner of my eye. I turned. It was a tall stranger, red-headed and red bearded, standing by the fridge in his skivvies.
“Hello. I’m Steven.”
“…Hello, Steven. I’m Anna.” I looked back at the rat. “And…?”
“Purchase.” The rat looked up at me, wuffling its whiskers and holding its kale in a dainty way.
I nodded slowly. “Can I…pat…Purchase?”
And I did. Then I washed up and biked to work.
Who is Steven? Heaven knows. Was that him sleeping on the couches this morning (one couch when I went into the bathroom, and the other when I left) or another stranger entirely? If it was he, then where is Purchase?