He stood, his back turned to the radiating warmth of the heater. The growing fever of the room varying between the temperatures of the surrounding atmosphere and the coolness of his own. He took in a slow breath of air. He could begin to feel the hotness of the fire advance throughout his clothes. Emil shifted, now circling to face the center of heat itself like a rotisserie chicken.
Thoughts scattered throughout the connection of Emil's mind. His own loneliness leaving him with a heavy emptiness in his chest. He shifted again.
Muttering beneath the sighs of his heartache he announced to the silence that would listen,"I wish I had someone to keep the sadness away..."
Minutes lingered by without the fulfillment of Emil's longing. The time of unwanted sleep arrived upon his eyes as he laid against the cushions of the sofa to restlessly dream. The desolation inside him becoming temporarily subdued by the affectionate incandescence of the den and the thoughtless feeling of sleep.
Morning shortly arose. A sweet light shone through the curtains, leaving lacy patterns across the floorboards that flickered against the fabric's motion. Emil opened his eyes, momentarily blinking them awake. With a sluggish attempt he sat upright and stretched. He then stood after some time in a lagging step, still under the initial daze of sleep.
Emil made his way to the bathroom at a hindered pace. Clumsily, he pushed the door agape to stumble inside. He switched on the light and shut the door behind him. Emil, loitering around, stood in front of the sink, staring at his reflection. He lifted a hand and patted his unkempt hair to smooth it down. He leaned forward and squinted before rubbing the sleep away from his eyes. He blinked.
After Emil had finished taking in the sight of himself he turned to face the throne of this room. There, snugly rested inside the bowl, seemingly lay a well cooked rotisserie chicken. He reached over and flushed it down. The toilet is now clogged.
Emil sighed,"Yeah, I know that feeling too."
He held up a roll of toilet paper and unraveled it over the distasteful scene. Quickly bending over, he gave the chicken a solemn kiss before it was engulfed in a pool of overflowing water.
"Sleep now."
Emil placed his hand over his heart, standing in silence over the unmerciful consumption of poultry by a porcelain throne. He turned, opened the door, turned off the lights, closed the door, and left. Water seeps through the gap of the door.
