Bathroom

The man on the Tesco Value shaving foam watches me whilst I brush my teeth. It’s a problem easily solved by turning him around to face the window, but I’m scared he might be more dangerous that way. He does, after all, only have a face. Bits are missing.

I finish brushing my teeth, spit, and go downstairs to where I sleep. When I wake up a few minutes later I notice a webcam attached to a piece of string, looming over me. I try to ignore it since it’s probably not real; I see a lot of questionable things when I’m waiting to sleep.

Tomorrow the shaving foam face will be turned back around to stare me down, but when I walk up those stairs I will have a plan. Whatever happens, we will both be smiling when I’m through.