One Hundred and Twenty Four

As The Atom flew through The Internet, dodging fractions of friend requests and pieces of pornography, he wondered about the mood of his wife and what dinner might be. He popped out of his laptop’s USB port and caught a ride on the cat to the kitchen. Fat , fragrant red spaghetti molecules smacked his face as he peered up from the cat’s back. He knew he was in for a lovely evening.