Jump In the Drawer

"Jump in the Drawer", he said to her quickly.  "If they catch us, we'll be caught!"

She looked at him for a second.  It puzzled her when he was obvious - it seemed, well, obvious.  "I'll get in shortly, bubba - I have flossing to do."  She grabbed the floss, then a cruller - oh, man, how she loved crullers!  They reminded her of a simpler time when they didn't have to jump into drawers before finishing their pastries.

Suddenly, the ceiling caved in with a crash, debris flying and dust spewing into the air, turning the room into a dense cloud of white smoke.  A newcomer came to rest on the debris pile sighing heavily.  I'd describe him in greater detail, but he will not be in the rest of this blog, so what's the point?  That brings up the question as to what the point of this very writing is.  And then that suddenly makes the writer extremely conscious of typing out self-awareness, which can be a dangerous thing to do while writing.  "Stop it!", I exclaim to myself.  But, I never listen.

*sigh*