Fiction I

Yesterday always reminds me about dreams that didn't come true and my wishes who wasn't herd by something higher then Santa and his little friends - busy elves. I didn't received any suggestions why I should't become one of them, because my high was only one meter and a half. Sometime then my belly urged my to open fridge doors sometimes I was forced to investigate why all  my food become so old, and then it stroked right back in to my head - I afraid to walk to the store, because of all my frightened mind and reality which was created by him. I imagined that then I open the door to the street I will be hit by some kind of Force Majore and maybe, just maybe survive because of my little height, but all above me will be shattered to pieces including my own house, my little puny dog named Steve, my neighbors and all street will become blurry like a dream or maybe thoughts I living in.
So my fridge will not be full and I never dare to open my doors, but I can still make a few calls and right after one hour and interrogating door bell ring I can finally eat my pica without any crap they call onions and mushrooms. I hate onions, sometime I believe I'm a vampire but desperate hate to mushrooms clears it so finally I'm just a snob, a little puny snob with all my weirdness sitting by my little table made from oak and using my hands to tear pica apart to smaller pieces and satisfy human needs.
Warm pica must be swallowed in help with best beverage I have - Sprite. I hate Coca Cola. In case if anyone wanders why - It is my hate for cofein and Cola is full of this crap. I remember one day I drink ed all bottle of Cola and just now without thrill in my veins and all hearth banging I can simply talk about it. If anyone wonder coffee is my friends but in little spoon and lots of milk. I love the taste of it and sometimes overindulge  of my diet is necessary to satisfy my needs for scalding fluid pouring from my throat to the belly.
So here I am: midget with pour blood pressure, who cannot eat healthy food because all of my paranoia to outside world, but one day it changed highly and unexpected, like all things my by changed if man is slowly drowning inside his own little world.