His eyes opened in a flash to the morning light streaming in through the Venetian blinds. He closed his eyes again and rolled over to go back to sleep but then snapped back awake and alert. As if suspended by wires, Henry Black floated out of bed and softly onto the bedroom floor.
The following is the English translation provided on the box that my ornamental cat with the swinging paw came with. I purchased it down in Chinatown in Philadelphia.
Do you think there are sweatshops that are filled with nothing but ten year olds copy writing? (And now my brilliant pun in the title is understood!)
On a side note: I hope to get my creative juices flowing and produce a story soon. I have ideas floating in the ethereal void that is my noggin but nothing has manifested itself into the written word. Probably soon as I am back in the city of Brotherly Love and Philadelphia seems to be my muse. To be more exact, my muse and my mugger.
