“Using the artificial convection of my central heating, the blimp stealthily departed my office. It moved silently through the living and drifted to the staircase. Gliding wraithlike over the staircase it then entered the bedroom where my wife and I lay sleeping peacefully.”
I laughed, and laughed, and then I laughed some more. Then Viv came in to look worriedly at me, and my stomach hurt. Then I laughed still more.
Via email from Paul Frankenstein.
Oh lord, that was hysterical. I am in hysterics.
“That still doesn’t do it. Let me try one more time.
I awoke the way you awake when you suddenly know that there is a large levitating sinister presence hovering towards you with menacing intent through the maligant darkness.”
Now my stomach hurts.