someone on a journey

Hello, my name is Milk. I am not entirely sure as to what I am or the extent of my mortality. My existence is an unknown and peculiar state. I mean… first off, I am a conscious glass of milk; secondly, there is no possible way in which milk could tell a story or much less write one. I can feel that my sudden, but inevitable demise is to come swiftly upon me. So, in my end of days I will take the time to tell you my tale of woe; I have come to think of it as “Milk, from Birth to Death.” Well, let’s start you off with how I came about. At first, I was surround by nothing but darkness. For the longest time I sat there so I began to believe that was all that life consisted of. Until one day I was pleasantly surprised by a warm glow called light. I was rapidly pulled towards the light, I was then excreted out the teat of a large multi colored being. I landed in a shiny object called a “bucket.” Then another large being, with five objects protruding from one central point, grabbed the bucket and proceeded to walk toward a large box. We got to the large box and he opened a blue portal which allowed us to enter. We entered inside to find a large room, in the room there were many shiny objects. It walked over to a flat area and I began to be poured into a magical transparent object that bent air to a way in which I was being held by nothing. In the process I became all frothy, it was embarrassing. The being then picked me up and set me down inside another box. Once inside the new box I was greeted by all sorts of other foods and drinks. I sat in the fridge for quite a while and learned the stories of the others around me. There was a coconut from Panama who traveled here by boat. There was a block of yak cheese from switzerland who had been carried on a kart then flown to america. I also met a bottle of orange juice who taught me what I was and where I came from. He told me the names of things and what they did. As we talked I was informed that all of our existences were to bring nutrition to the humans. Then on one fateful day I was plucked from the fridge by the celestial being. it poured me into a different transparent container. But, as I was about to be consumed, the being set me down and walked to the blue portal. I expected it to come back but it never did for three days. At that point I had started to curdle and turn bad. So the being brought me to this large bowl and poured me in, then I was chased down a series of dark tubes by water. At the end of the set of tubes I came to rest in a large vat of mixing fluids. I had failed my duty to bring nutrition the humans. So as I sit here waiting for my delusion to become to much for me to retain consciousness I write you this story so my life may not be completely fraudulent.