• A plain wardrobe

    sitting, lurking, empty,
    lifeless.

    with a body the colour of mud,
    and tarnished brass handles to match.

    It sits there, in the corner, every day,
    collecting dust.

    ...

    nobody noticed.

    except me.

    I saw it pale into a milky white.

    I saw the doors
    unhinging and rounding off, elongating into twitchy ears.
    a bulge forming at the bottom ending with a blushed pink nose and
    sprouting delicate whiskers.


    I saw it grow tiny little hairs
    thickening, softening
    into velvety fur.


    I saw the handles melt
    to form burning cranberry red orbs,
    appearing a to be a bit puzzled by my bewildered stare.


    I saw its stubby, overworked legs
    flesh out and lengthen, reaching for me with padded paws.
    and crouching back with powerful feet.


    I saw the boxy, seemingly solid frame shrink
    and soften, draw back into a round tear shaped blob


    I watched,

    mesmerized,

    as my furniture winked at me
    before turning,

    flicking its cottony tuft of a tail

    and springing through my wall with a shuddering

    THUMP.