The house is quiet. Everyone's asleep. It's completely dark in the house. I know that darned coffeemaker is going to start up soon, spilling acrid fumes of something they call "hazelnut" into my atmosphere. It's freezing in here. Have I mentioned I'm wet?
I wish I could reach the thermostat.
That stupid owl out there keeps taunting me with those stupid owl eyes. Big and yellow. It must be neat to fly, though. The closest I've ever been to flying is when I got my claws stuck in the comforter right as Mom was making the bed. That was embarrassing.
Here comes my brother. He's always eating. I'm surprised he isn't as fat as that loudmouthed thing next door that bounces all the time and looks like it introduced its face to a wall at one-hundred miles-per-hour. The silence of my secret haven is crushed by sloppy crunch-crunch noises. He's looking up at me when he's crunching and I want to knock something onto his head.
The coffeemakers starts with a beep and blast of steam, and scares my brother back into the other room in a flash. Ha.
That stupid owl isn't there anymore.
The sky is starting to turn the color of when Mom is watching that show about people diving in the deep oceans. I like to sit with her and watch, too. There are fish that I would like to sink my claws into. Sometimes I wait until she leaves the room, then I'll try to catch the fish. One time she caught me and I hid for a long time. It ruined my reputation for awhile. At least she didn't tell Dad about it.
I guess it's time to go have a bath and sleep for awhile on my favorite pillow. It's going to get loud around here as my humans start stomping around getting ready for whatever they get ready for.
Participants are given the first sentence and then write 300-500 words using the same starting sentence. Each week a “winner” is awarded the opportunity to choose the next opening line.
Dodie Smith’s “I Capture the Castle” whose opening sentence is:
I write this sitting in the kitchen sink.