Spotify Playlist: Bedtime

Things were just beginning to register as odd. Stan was starting to suspect he wasn't entirely awake. One of the Orcas handed him a sizeable drumstick, it looked cartoonish. "Eat up, brother" it said. "It's tasty Turkey. Belongs in your gob, gobble gobble. Christmas on your tongue."

Stan bit into the leg. His teeth left a row of little crescents, themselves cutting an arc into the side of the drumstick. It tasted like paper. "This tastes like paper" he announced. The orcas turned as one to face him. They had lips. Big red lipsticked lips. Behind the labial incongruity lay some significance he couldn't pin down.