-The napkin was tired of being stuffed inside cheap plastic packaging; it wanted to be out exploring the world. Not that it really had a good sense of what the world was, as the only other image it had was a brief glimpse of a the factory where it had been born. But this one moment of teaming life before seeing only plastic and other paper products clung more dearly than anything. Not surprisingly, napkins like to keep to themselves, which is somewhat of a good thing as they do not have really any means of communication other than telepathy. This requires years of training and so few napkins even bother to try.
-After about a month of absolute boredom, to which the only respite was sleep, a drastic change was about to occur. It was late September and the leaves were just beginning to turn when the thin synthetic housing of hundreds of the napkins roommates was violently shaken into awareness. After several minutes of this aggressive tossing the bag was ripped open to reveal a picnic being laid out on a gorgeous fall day. As the napkin was picked up, it could help but think that all this time in the bag was worth it just to see this amazing view. And to feel something other than the rough plastic of the bag – the soft feeling of foreign skin as it was wiped across the face of a 14 year old boy.
-Then, of course the napkin remembered little else because it was thrown into the blazing fire three yards from the table which the napkin had first glimpsed the park.
-Aaron E-J