Spinning Doors
December 25th, 2007
[Kevin stands staring at the door as his eyes spin. Jenga pieces and a crumpled twister mat make a mess over the carpet. Kevin smokes on a cigarette and falls down. Pinwheel fireworks are scattered about in the dim light.]
Kevin: I need a glass of orange juice.
[Snow began to fall outside as the sun burnt out for the day. Kevin lay flat by a basketball and put out the cigarette with a crunch.]