Assignment 12 -Michael Dickson

Oh god... the horror... Every day I sit here, waiting. Waiting for it to come back. To force my mouth open and put... the stuff in my mouth, shoving it down my throat.... *Shudder* My name is Tom. I am what most would call... a toilet. I sit here day after day, awaiting the fate which I know will come. Twice a day, every day. It's not fair!!!! Why couldn't I have been a sink or a cabinet?!?! But no, I had to be a toilet, swallowing everything they put into me. Life is a cruel mistress.