"Morning, Alphonse." Curgeon rolled out of bed, shuffled his feet on the floor. His slippers scuttled across the floor and onto his feet. "Thanks."
After the shower, he went downstairs. "Alphonse. Breakfast, Alphonse." The milk shuddered into his bowl in a pale, serpentine line, flying eel-like through the air. The cereal box hovered, spilling parti-colored grains.
"You're still here. How long will you procrastinate, Alphonse?" Curgeon asked.
The Ouija board on the table remained still, the pointer stubbornly stuck at "No." It hadn't moved for months now.
"Are you even listening to me?"
Eventually, Curgeon gave up and ate his cereal.
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