“Good Game,” I tell the cashier.

Her bewildered expression is enough to last lifetimes. Name tags says “Ahoy’! I'm -” with the scribbled KAT in the white filling.

What was once felt in a private room is now seen, by every eye that winks.

Sirens ring over the United States.

I place my wallet on the counter, the burden linked to need evaporating off my back.

The phone that tracks my mind, heart, and steps can't follow any longer.

“Freedom-” I breathe in the new air.

Across the seas, the World is finally alive.

Birds sing louder.

Trees shake for today is when they move.

Thursdays will now be precious, for this day is a Thursday. But I lose the exact date in my joy.

Beaming, I shout to the line behind me “GOOD GAME!” A few look up from their phones.

Others read the Leader’s head monitors.

One older man in the back weeps at the news.

I can feel my bones moving, pressing my chest upward.

I run to the parking lot, laughing at the circumstances. “Trader Joe's?” I chuckled. I planned today to haggle for my family’s meals.

Instead, our fear came free.

Past the clouds, as lighting flashed, a greater light eclipsed the sun.

“HERE I AM.” I shouted. He sees me.

The Day is here. The flock is full.

Christ has cracked the Sky.

To everyone, Good Game.