Trip

Here’s a flash fiction I wrote back in high school. Thought I’d post something short for my first… post. Now do the thing with your eyes.


The small grey robot swung his feet over the bed. He stretched out his arms and attempted to yawn, but nothing came out of the robot’s mouth. He wasn’t even tired. In fact he hadn’t even fallen asleep last night. He just stayed in bed all night, looking up at the plain white ceiling. He had no idea how the humans did it every night. He was in pajamas. A blue button shirt with little yellow ducks on them coupled with similar pants. The pajamas barely fit the round, cylindrical robot.

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