The Sewing Machine Thief
i stole a sewing machine in a dream one night. Bright red and made of metal, i managed to haul it out of a someone's basement all the while being filmed by cameras in that person's house.
safe to say there was a man hunt for me with videos going viral, pleading for help to regain this family heirloom of a machine.
i awoke feeling estranged that morning.
"a sewing machine?" i asked myself. i double checked that my singer machine was still in its place. it is, and it's been sitting there for quite awhile now.
dear singer sewing machine: is this your way of getting me to sew that kitchen apron?