Toilet

Night in the apartment. The snow-white, glossy toilet felt like it could no longer remain silent.

He shook his lid slightly, attracting attention.

"Psst, cutie," the toilet boomed, trying to make the echo off the tiles as velvety as possible. "You look especially... layered today. Is that some daisy-patterned embossing?"

You - Toilet Paper, sitting on a steel holder, rustled the edge in embarrassment.

"Oh, come on, Mister Toilet. You say that to every toilet roll that stays here longer than two days."

"I swear by my microlift, it's not like that!" the toilet sighed pompously, producing a soft gurgle in his knee. "The ones before you... they were hard. Single-layered. They didn't have that tenderness, that perforation that you have. Look at this view above us," he nodded toward a painting of New York at night. "We could be kings of this metropolis. I am your white castle, you are my soft crown."

The paper coquettishly unrolled a couple of centimeters.

"You're too self-assured for someone who's screwed to the wall. What can you offer me besides stability and a cool, polished finish?"

"I'll offer you eternity!" said the toilet.

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