Alfred was paranoid.
It followed him everywhere he went.
There seemed to be no escape from the little bushes of green and red.
He tried to flatten himself against the doorway from the living room to the kitchen, desperately trying to avoid passing under the little bushel of doom situated on the door frame.
But it was to no avail. A blur of sandy blond darted to to doorway, and Alfred felt himself be pulled into a dizzying kiss.
The intruder went as quickly as he had came and Alfred was left to lean on the door frame, feeling dazed.
"Who the fuck puts mistletoe there?!"