At The Expense Of My Beauty Sleep (ii)

Tonight my owner, Ms Mukta madam, is once again interrupting my beauty sleep by talking noisily on her phone and eating a burger high above my humble head. All I can see is the back of her SOCK in front of my face, and her discarded burger wrapper and can of cola drink out of the corners of my eyes. I'm hungry, and the smell of her greasy burger is making my tummy rumble. But she doesn't care about that.

Uncaring Ms Mukta madam interrupts my beauty sleep once again...

...with a late-night telephone call and a greasy burger...

...all above my humble head!

All I can really see is the back of her SOCK...

...directly in front of my confined face...

...whilst her other SNEAKER and SOCK rest nonchalantly on the wall by the side of my humble head

Just a tiny sliver of GREY SOCK is visible on her LEFT ANKLE

As I humbly stare at the back of her RIGHT SOCK, down amongst her other trash

By rights, I should be kissing these SNEAKERS

But I am seemingly reduced to being a late-night SOCK STUDIER!

I ponder my lowliness, and my hunger...

...for SOCK!


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