In the morning, the roof of my house was gone.
At least I can see the sky, I thought. It's going to be a wonderful day. The sun was bright, the sky blue. The next night, though, it rained so I moved down to he first floor. In the morning my second floor was gone. My friend came over.
"What happened to the second floor?" he asked.
"Not sure," I said. "How about some tea?"
We drank tea.
The next morning the north wall was gone, and the morning after my entire house was gone. I slept on the ground that night, in a sleeping bag my friend gave me. When I woke the following morning I was gone too. My friend came over.
"You disappeared too?" he asked.
"So it seems," I said.
"Say, do you have any tea?" he asked.
We went to the store since I was out of tea.
