I love writing, and I've been eying this board for a good while now.  So, I figured, I might as well throw in one of my short works.  I have lots of poems and short stories.  This is one of my semi-favorites.

Where in the World is My Ceiling?
As I lay in bed last night, staring at the stars, I suddenly found myself wondering.  "Where's my ceiling?"

I blinked a few times, hoping that one of my blinks would bring back my missing white speckled ceiling.  Turning to one side, I found that I had misplaced my walls, as well.

"Well, drat," said I.  "I have got to remember where I put things."

I rose from my bed and walked to my closet.  It was cluttered with old shoes, clothes I never wore, and a pair of women's stockings - I hadn't the slightest idea where those had come from.

I ruffled through the debris until I found a small little package stored in the back corner.  Dragging out the box, I pried open the purple-shaped flaps and reached into the mysterious container.  I grabbed at the first thing that touched my fingers.  Tugging hard, I pulled up a long, fat telephone pole.

"Huh," I said.  "Not what I wanted."  I tossed the pole aside.  It thumped against the ground a few yards away.

Again I dove into the box.  I saw bright lights and a short little munchkin.  I poked the dwarf-like thing and he giggled like the Dough Boy.  Then he poofed away and left behind a large loaf of bread.  I smiled and took the bread and bit into it.  It tasted so triangular that I couldn't eat it.

I left it alone then and continued my search for my room.  I saw a small sparkle in the farthest corner of the box.  I stretched my arm - nearly a mile in length - to the twinkle-thing and grabbed it fiercely.  With a heaving yang, I tore the thing back, up, and out of the box.

"Aha!" I blurted.  I stared at the glossy wooden walls that belonged to me.  I dragged the four and a quarter walls into place and set them into the grooves where they used to be.  I grinned at the construction and folded my arms in fourths.

"Now to find my ceiling."

Then I realized something.  The speckled dots upon my ceiling were the stars at which I had been staring.  "Well darn," said I.  "I wasted my time."

I laid back down and fell asleep and woke the next morning in the middle of the ocean.  But that's a tale for another time.

Thanks, Z.  Just the right length to hold my interest at this time of morning.  And highly amusing.  Throw some more this way.

I swear to you I thought this one was written completely different the first time I read it. Looks like I overlooked a few things. ^___^

Very good....I liked it a lot.  Yes, keep them coming.