$20

I am a $20 bill, stuck in a dark yet temperate place. All around I hear voices and noise, yet I cannot distinguish what the voices say or what the noises exactly are. I suddenly hear somebody asking for change and I m scared that my time has run out...suddenly I see a hand reaching for me...but wait, the hand took my cousin Bill, I'm safe...for now. I now lie here in a folded state, and I hear a door chime, footsteps tapping elegantly on the new tile floor when the rhythmic noise is broken by the cha-ching of the register....again I am in fear I will be stuffed into the register where all the wrinkled cousins of mine go....all of this is just one short evening... I start to say goodbye to all my friends and then I see Jerry taken! After about 3 more never-ending hours, I am safe on top the dresser for one more night.