Orchidea and I return to my studio and find our human doormat waiting for us at the front door. He is really funny, with his face sticking out of a real doormat resting on the facebox. We have been out and about all day and our sneakers are very dirty and used. After we put our bags down on the couch, we stand on the facebox and his big face is between us. We order him to wipe our soles, his tongue immediately turns black, and we take turns stepping on him. We play with his face, crushing with all our weight his nose that twists under our sneakers. The imprint of our soles remains on his forehead and we dont give him a moments rest. All the while we let him lick the dirt off our shoes as we stomp and jump on his body. We enjoyed using his face to our hearts content, and when we realize that he is really tried, we abandon him and leave.
