[ WP ] Describe a household object in a way that keeps the reader puzzled until you reveal what it is . The second time they read it , everything should fall into place .

I hate this glass cage they keep me in. My strength has been known since the dawn of time, my abilities are universal and my history is rich and vast. Yet here I am, sitting with thousands of my peers in this fucking glass case just waiting to be used. When did I become something so normal? When did I become just another thing to keep around? 
 
 I stare at my friends and family and I can see in their eyes how much they hate this prison too. We were all meant for so much more and all we can do is just hope that the glass prison we call home is turned over and we have a chance to escape. And we better escape before the black ones do. They are all so one-note and offer not true substance. 
 
 Then it happens! We see the mighty god and his hand reach for us. Our prison shakes as it is lifted over the giant ceramic field that holds the slaughtered beast that the god desires. One by one we fall out and upon this roasted carcass and begin our task of turning what was bland into something delectable for our host. 
 
 I watch my family slowly dissolve around me as they become part of the bigger meal. Our god is pleased. He did n't even have to add the black ones. Our job is done. 
 
 I love being Salt.
