Write four lines of prose about: the costume ball.
I'm doing a short shift at the bakery tomorrow morning to help out with the early rush. Hoping to be home before noon so that I can actually have lunch at a reasonable time.
Should still get to sleep early though.
"Why aren't you dressed up?"
"What are you talking about? My costume's in my pants."
"Did you put a costume on your... why do you have to take everything so literally?!"