One fine afternoon, you were playing Jenga with Cagney. You never thought a flower would be good at Jenga, but you enjoyed your time with him as the tower grew taller.
His turn came along and he thought about what he was going to do next. You sat for a few minutes looking at him. Finally, he had an idea of what to do, but it wasn't anything you expected.
He sat up and put his mouth around the tower. Surprisingly, the tower didn't topple over at that moment.
He stared at you with a calm look on his face as he began to swallow the tower. You were so weirded out by what Cagney was doing that you could do nothing but stare back at him.
You had many questions on your mind. For example: Why did he think this was a good idea? You also questioned the fact that a flower is eating an object like a snake would eat a mouse.
As you were asking yourself many questions and getting no answers, he had already eaten half of the tower. His stem was stretching for the Jenga pieces, forming a visible bulge where a throat would be for a flower. He tried to keep his calm gaze, though you could feel that he was beginning to think this was a mistake.
You wanted to stop him, you wanted to make him vomit up the pieces that had already ended up in his stomach, but you knew you couldn't do anything at this point. He was already this far into eating the whole tower.
You noticed that Cagney was turning a bit pale, as if he was beginning to feel sick. The blocks filled him up, expanding and stretching his stem.
Finally, he swallowed the last of the Jenga tower. There were no remaining pieces, not even a block.
He raised his head from the table, his calm face turned into a sick one. He knew he made a mistake, but it was too late.
You felt confused at what he did. You also felt concerned because he seemed nauseous due to eating too much. You wanted to make him feel better, but you also wanted to scold him. You weren't sure what the right thing to do was in this kind of situation.
Thoughts swarmed your mind until you got up and walked over to the queasy flower. You decided to attempt to make him feel less queasy. It wasn't the best option, but it was the best you could think of at the time.
You jabbed Cagney where the solar plexus would be for a flower. Because of that, he ended up vomiting most of the Jenga pieces. He felt pissed that you jabbed him there but at least he wasn't feeling sick anymore. You cleaned up the mess and rubbed his tummy.
After this, you never had another Jenga night again.
Authors note: This was based off of a moment I had in a dream. I think there was a Tumblr post from Imagineyouricon in my head when i was asleep. I am not too experienced in writing so it would be nice to get feedback. However, i won't make any promises when it comes to writing. It's not a regular thing for me. I hope that everyone who read this has enjoyed themselves.