[ WP ] Write a murder from the perspective of a cheerful inanimate object

Wow! You know, I'm not one to complain because I like to try and be grateful for whatever I have but this is an upgrade. How can I go back after getting to feel this? Everything before this suddenly pales in comparison to this place, this new resting place I have been placed in. This is the home I never knew I had always wanted. 
 
 My life up until now has been very, well, cold and firm. Do n't get me wrong, cold and firm is also safe and stable so I liked it. Well, at least I thought I liked it as I'd never felt anything different before. I was given a home in a wooden block in the pretty girl's kitchen with the other ones like me and we were all happy. I always had a place that fit nice and snug, my neighbors were nice enough, and the pretty cool used me for meat while she used all my other friends for stuff like bread, cheese, and vegetables. Sure all that other stuff is great, but getting to be used for meat always made me feel special. 
 
 Everyday I'd sit and wait, sitting perfectly in a tight wooden slot that fit me jut right. My friends and I could talk through the walls about what we'd been through. We'd talk about how much we loved the feeling of the pretty girl's warm fingers gripping us, pulling us from our dark yet cozy slots into the pleasant light of her kitchen, and finally allowing us a taste of whatever she was cooking that night. It was a good life, a stable and consistent life. 
 
 But tonight! Oh, tonight certainly changed everything. There was a lot of clatter that we could all hear going on, the pretty girl sounded upset because a man was yelling. We all heard clanging and thuds but none of us knew what it meant. But suddenly I was chosen by the severe grip of a rough hand. I knew it was n't hers because she was always soft, but I always liked a trip outside of my slot because it never ceases to be exciting to feel something different. 
 
 And boy, did I get to feel something different! 
 
 I was swinging through the air faster than I ever had before the second I was pulled from my slot in the wooden block. It was a blast! I've heard the pretty girl talk about something called a roller coaster when she's had friends over and I think this might be what she meant. Flying. I was flying. Up and up over the rough-handed man's head and then down. I felt my self penetrating warm flesh that was different from any of the steaks I had ever trimmed. The steaks were cold and she was just warm. I'd only felt the warm of her hand on my handle, I'd never been enveloped in warm. 
 
 All this time I was happy in the cold wooden block. All this time I was happy waiting for the brief warm of the pretty girl's hand when what I really wanted was to be inside of her, not just held by her.
