Sharing
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll share with them.”
Another sigh left your mouth. Maybe next time you could bake brownies and then eat all of them. Your stomach seemed to growl at the thought of doing this.
So you were now getting hungry. And the dishes still weren’t clean. Because of course they weren’t.
“They'll be done soon.”
“They'll be done soon.”
“They'll be done soon.”
You kept repeating this to yourself. The experience you were going through felt mind-numbing, but…
It was better than not doing anything and letting all your muscles atrophy. Plus, keeping the house clean was just good.
So you kept rubbing, plates, bowls, silverware. All of that deserved a nice cleaning.
A bit more time and you would finish. A bit more time and the cake would be finished as well.
You were excited about it. Mostly about eating the cake. Partially excited about finishing those damn dishes.
Time passed without a hitch. Well, you found it passed a bit too slow, but eventually…
You did manage to finish. The dishes were all clean, and your cake was done.
It had no frosting, but really, you didn't feel like making one. You were barely able to hold back how much you wanted to eat this cake.
“Might as well eat this, huh?”
No. No! You had to share with the community. Or something like that.
Written by Navar on 06 April 2026
The end (for now)