It flew out the window

The cushion landed on the roof while a cold wind blew in my face.

Angry elephants stared at me.

Neighbors ran out in panic, grabbing their kids, dragging them to safety.

Still slightly dazed I wondered what the heck just happened.

My roommate downstairs firing up the oven was the logical explanation when I sat on the couch, chilling my day off, smelling smoke.

Legit, we have weather, gotta burn some wood.

I smoked and something else did as well.

Wafts of fog started filling the room. Good stuff I thought but then...

Weird.

Looked to the left out of the kitchen window.

A column of smoke, that an Indian couldn't have fanned better, rose in front of the heater.

Weird.

Weird.

Damnit, cushion burning!

Weird.

So this is how it goes?

Random self-ignition?

I know.

Cushion in front of a heater?

It has been there and done that for many years, never been pissed bout that.

Now this!

Little shit just burned away, trying to kill me.

Great sight, watching me water a smoking cushion on the roof with a small water can.

Looked legit. Not a bit embarrassing.

Humor is when you laugh anyway.

I did.

Once I was sure I wasn't homeless.

Must have been an even greater sight, watching me water a smoking cushion on the roof with a small water can, giggling like a psychopath.

Hey, how has your Sunday been so far?

_{All you just saw and read came out of @bulldog-joy s brain, which may not be a lot because of being smoked out. Any resemblance to living persons is coincidental.}