There once was a man who lived in a house and the house said hello to the man and then he went to sleep. The End. This has been my story.
Its brevity is only surpassed by its...uhh... well, actually, I can't think of any other qualities. However if I set my mind to it, I'm sure it's making a profound statement about suburban ennui and its toll on the human spirit, mangling it until it's nothing but a simple, generic non-description on the internet.
