A wobbly kind of pink

Rusty was feeling a tad bit down today. Crawled near the foot of her favorite leather chair, she let out a sigh as she rested her head on her outstretched paws and quickly fell asleep. She knew God loved her because she could decide what she dreamt about. Rusty decided to dream about that big fat mouse who had eluded her for so long.

Her fundamentals had been cristal clear from the very begining. But Rusty never tried to explain anything to anybody. She just took what she wanted. If denied, she threw a tantrum till her wishes were granted. She knew her tantrums worked on her family members, and she suspected it worked on God as well. After all God loved her too. So what if she was a bitch.

It was one of those surprise quizzes his professor loved to spring on to her students. Shashank had learnt to become indifferent to almost everything and yet such mornings made him uneasy. He looked at the paper. Subjective questions. He didnt want to answer them. His thoughts wandered on the movie he saw last night while he put off studying. And then he thought about the girl who had ditched him for someone with a car. The invigilator coughed and Shashank's thoughts returned to the paper. He decided that he definitely hated everything about this morning. Shashank wished for an alien invasion so that he wont have to answer the quiz.

Her day began with coffee. While getting ready for work, she thought of the things on her ToDo list. And quickly tried to forget them and concentrate on her coffee. And then for a while she wished for an alien invasion so that she wont have to go to work.