Tuesday, September 16- The Spoon's Perspective

          I lay in the sink, dirty with chunks of spaghetti sauce, wondering if I'll ever be clean again. I had just been unpacked from my box a few days ago, and now I've been handled, dunked in sauce head-first, and tossed nonchalantly into a large metal basin with a hole in the center. I've been left here for what seems like hours, hoping against all hope that somehow I'll regain my shine. The other dishes that have joined me seem rather unsocial, without even a single word of encouragement or sympathy. Suddenly a rush of water hits me head-on. I'm startled at first, but then I realize this will wash off all the dirtiness and I quiver faintly in excitement. One by one, all the surrounding dishes are run under this waterfall before me, and just when I think I'll never be cleaned by the looming figure above, I'm picked up, and run under the waterfall as well. I should have wondered where the other dishes were going, but I was too wrapped up in myself, and simply assumed they were put back in their boxes or shelves. Next thing I know I'm tossed into a large inlet in the wall, in a rack full of knives, forks, and SPOONS! Just like me! I try to start a conversation with my brethren, but before I utter a sound, a large darkness descends on us. I'm incredibly frightened. Just then, a guttural roar rises from the cavern we've been placed in. Then, above us all, a large blade looking device begins to spin and spray water everywhere. It sprays it so hard it hurts, unlike the waterfall in the metal basin, which was gentle and pleasant. The roar grows louder, and I faint from fright. I wake up to an unbearable heat. I fear I may melt from the intensity of it. Even the water which may have helped cool me down had ceased to spray. I found myself desperately begging some unknown presence to let me free from this horrific torture. The heat only intensifies and I faint once again, though not from fear; This time it's the heat.  When I wake up, I feel dazed, and my thoughts are jumbled. When they clear again, I realize why none of the other dishes attempted to be friendly. After years of enduring this, their brains had been so scrambled it rendered them speechless and mad. At this realization, I try to scream, but no sound comes out! I try again and again, but now I too, have been rendered speechless, caught in this cycle of torture. It won't be too long before I become mad as well, and slave to this awful race of beings I'll live out my life, tortured in body and mind.