Stuffed

by Brad Foster (2021 ©)

There is a monster in the house. It surrounds me, and its gibbering mass spews from closets and creeps amongst the countertops. It lurks in the dark, waiting to trip me up. It looms over me in the shadows and leers at me during the daylight. It must be some otherworldly horror, though I know this eldritch colossus is of my own summoning. It infests every corner of the house — as above, so below. I’ve battled this terror for years but I fear it will prevail in its relentlessness. The clutter knows no limits and grows ever stronger. The scant strength I can sometimes marshall soon fails…