Today it appeared. The puddle. I saw it resting on the floor, seeping into the gray patterned carpet. I stood on the carpet, staring at the murky pond. No one seemed to notice me or the puddle; they walked past us both as if their puddleless lives were more important than my puddlefull one. I was the only one standing in the corner of Miller Hall’s first floor hallway, staring at that puddle of piss.
It stared back. I could see the faces of past, present, and future campus pissers, all looking at me with a disappointed frown. Suddenly, the puddle split in the middle, forming what seemed to be eyes, lips, and a tongue.
“Why are you staring at us? At someone else’s creation?” the voices of the puddle said, with a force unlike anything I’d ever heard. The vibrations of the voices rattled through my body; I could feel them in my bones. “Is there something you seek?”
The power that emanated from this unsuspecting puddle was immense, and for the first time in my life, I had nothing to say. I shook my head no.
“Really? A student wasting time on nothing is customary, but a student wanting nothing is unheard of!” The faces contorted, switching from bickering with one another to expressions of painful thinking, and then, finally, an eerily calm smile.
“You are the perfect individual to spread our dominion then. Go. Go far and wide and spread our puddles. We gain more sentience and power every time a new puddle is created. We need you to replenish us to our greatest glory. Go, and make us proud. You waste time standing here staring. There is work to be done, young one.”
A fiery new will to live rushed through me. I nodded at the puddle determinedly. The faces all simmered away until there was only one left, slightly wavering in small ripples made by the air vents: Mine.
And so I began my purpose.
