After what I was sure probably took me ten whole minutes of flailing and throwing every clothing I could find on my bed, I finally found my favorite jeans. The bills were there as well and enough of them to pay for the delivery. As I clenched my thumb on the money I looked over the clothing and sighed. I’d probably never be able to put them on again. I caressed the fabric softly, a sad smile hanging from my lips. The delivery man! shrieked the voice. I groaned and rushed in slow pushes towards the door, my lung-water starting to lose its breathable quality.
My brain was going at the speed of light as I scrambled for ideas, desperately trying to find a solution to this prickly problem. I managed to accelerate as the water from the kitchen had reached the bedroom. I slipped and slid my way to the front door, flinging myself from wall to wall, biting on the few bills I had with my teeth. I wasn’t about to trust my single-fingered hands, now was I? A few seconds later found me panting in front of my house’s entryway.
I didn’t think about much as I decided to wing the whole thing. Or fin it, considering the state of my arms. I battled a bit against the door handle and finally managed to open it. Lying low, I went to the side and picked up the small thyme pot, placing the bills underneath. I was breathing hard now as I looked around the street. Fortunately for me, it was deserted or else I’d basically be screwed. As I sighed in relief, I saw a small motorcycle rounding up the corner with the Pizza-Here’s logo on the back. Panic. I pushed myself backwards and slammed the door as the motorcycle parked in front of the house.
I placed my back against the door, my lungs starting to burn and closed my eyes. I was thankful for the drenched floor, though, as it kept my tail moist. Always be thankful for small blessings. The doorbell rang and I jumped.