The crack of morning light broke through the curtains of the small, homely apartment. The apartment sat still and silent, complete with all the fine furnishings from chairs, to tables, as well as a lumpy bed stuck in the corner with the light from the windowsill peering down onto it.
Just then, one of the lumps stirred. The sheets were launched off suddenly, and up popped a squid. Her sleepy eyes pried themselves open slowly.
"...Mornin'," she muttered to her pillow.
The squid stepped off from the bed as the sheets floated back on. Slowly but surely, her tentacles tips turned to legs and shoes and arms and hands until the squid formed into a short, tired girl, back hunched and eyes half-lidded. Two large tentacles swayed like pendulums from the sides of her head as she shuffled drowsily through her apartment. Clothes seemed to pop up on her frail figure as she limped towards the corner of her small home.
Within seconds, she strode to a small fridge, cracked it open, and reached inside the blinding light with a small, "Meh."
Retrieving a milk carton, she began her zombie march once more, unscrewing the cap and chugging down the milk as she did. Eyes shut and head tilted back, she instinctively reached about the house, feeling the walls and furniture as she walked.
CRACK!
She cracked one eye open and stared at the ceramic fragments and flower now lying on the floor.
"Eh," she mumbled and continued onwards.
Eventually, through what must have been luck or blind persistence, she grasped at a smooth door handle. Without a moment's hesitation, she tugged on the knob and swung the door back.
Her irises shrunk to the size of a flea. "Pssss!"
She shielded her eyes, milk spilling onto her face and dripping down her face down to the floor. The sun beat down on the city and stabbed her eyes with harsh, sharp rays of light. Through her black, half-shut eyelids, she hissed as she peered at the lands around her. The highway to the left of her apartment buzzed with traffic blaring and honking non-stop. Blinking, she turned to her right.
"Watch out!"
An unfamiliar, pyramid-shaped glass object slammed into her face. Before she could react, the device exploded, launching glass shrapnel and magenta ink up into her ghastly white face and orange tentacles. She stood there, scowling, milk, ink, and bits of glass falling from her face.
She glared at the boy, mouth agape, hand guiltily frozen above his head. "I...um…"
"Good morning."
"Wha?" The boy jolted, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
He stared at the odd girl as she spun on the heels of her sneakers with all the grace of a sea manatee and returned to her apartment.
"You heard me," she called out to him, "Good morning."
The boy watched as she walked back inside, shutting the door shut behind her. Inside the dark apartment, the girl blinked, stretched her arms, and yawned.
"Too early for this shrimp," she murmured to her apartment.
The girl wobbily took one more step into her apartment. She then collapsed face-first onto the floor with a thud. Seconds later, snores floated up from the tiles.
r.i.p.