Today is a perfect day for “prefer” to be my writing prompt. One word to explain the context: “hangover”. I’m not a big drinker. It’s not so much that I can’t handle the alcohol when I have it, it’s more that even if I just have a drink or two, the next day becomes a real pain. So I don’t drink often. And when I do it’s for a good cause, the drinking needs to be worth the inevitable consequences. Well, the last night was. Worth it, I mean. But still, there are so many things that I would now prefer.
I would prefer not to have a loudly buzzing fly in the room.
I would prefer to have a robot in the house, that would provide me with the endless steaming mugs of strong, sweet, milky tea.
And maybe some snacks.
I would prefer not to have the annoying jumping frogs in my stomach.
I would prefer to be able to spin a cocoon and live in it for the rest of the day.
I would prefer not to have sticky black ooze instead of a brain.
I would prefer it if the shower could just come to me, and not me to it.
I would prefer to curl up with a silly book and read.
Or binge watch something.
Wait a minute… I CAN do these last two things!