I suffer from pareidolia and make up characters based on the faces I see. (7/7)

You’re in the bathroom, and urine is leaking from the urinal.

A sloth in transit, filling up on oxygen.

Slowly but steadily, arms resting in place, a smile on its face, it’s no race.

The sloth is delighted you’ve arrived.

No rush as you finish and flush, to the cosmos.

What do you think?


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