[ WP ] Make me terrified of an inanimate object

That ball. That fucking ball, is there again. 
 
 Sitting so smugly there, in the middle of the fucking floor, just fucking waiting for me to come pick it up, brush it off, and throw it back in the fucking closet. Where it should stay. 
 
 But it wo n't stay, now will it? I'm gon na do just that, get dressed, go to work, come home, fall asleep, wake up, and it's going to fucking be there again. 
 
 Maybe it's even already there before I go to sleep again. I've never checked. Never thought to... or just been too afraid to really admit that a FUCKING BALL is running my life. 
 
 I mean... balls roll... right? I suppose I could just have a faulty closet door... 
 
 No. You know damn well that door closes firmly, with the audible click of a properly working door. 
 
 And yet, here is the ball. Is it staring at me? 
 
 No, that would be ridiculous. Balls do n't have eyes. 
 
 But they also do n't open doors. 
 
 And... I could just be losing my goddamn mind here, but I could swear there's just something... off, about where it's sitting. Like the space around that infernal, blue dimpled rubber ball is slightly curving around it, or it's at an angle that would otherwise force a normal ball to roll one way or another. 
 
 But this one is different. It stays. 
 
 I'm going back to bed.
