Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-28718853-20190213193804/@comment-29435884-20190225132222

The beer I snagged on the way in drops out of my suddenly slack hand. There's an Inari on my bed. There's a...why is there an Inari on my bed? How is there an Inari on my bed?

I'm having an acid flashback. That must be it. Either that or I've finally snapped. That's also a likely thing that's going on...There's a fucking Inari On. My Bed!

As I'm busy trying to work out if I belong in an asylum or not, a warm hand grabs my shoulder and pushes me down to sit.

"I can see that you're confused. Take your time, I'll be here"

She's smiling at me, that warm motherly smile that I'd aways imagined. All I can say is"Uh...okay."

There's a motherfucking Inari on my bed!