The man stumbles,with a whisky in his hand. The house is dark,except for the tv loominiting the light in the living room.
The man stumbles again,and next to him, tittibulous jump around with their long crimson arms,black spots,soft small body the size of a human's hand,resembling a starfish.
They sing happily:
the rain and Cain,
mix together so swell.
The man covers his ears, unable to listen. An old song,one he created.
He remembered the old classmate:
"I never took breakups too well,"
"I told you to jump,
I never thought you would."