A lot of people call me a liar. It’s just the melodramatic way I word things. How did that get me in jail?

Well, it started four days ago. Rent was late. I want a perfect credit score. I drink five cups of coffee. I make the bed like a five year old wraps a gift. I leave five minutes before work even though I work 30 minutes away. So, was I speeding? Actually, no. Work was fine, but I felt like I’d be fired all day. I have ruminating thoughts. The drive home required music by Bloody Dead and Sexy to keep my focus on the road. Also, some gabapentin. “Slow was my perception of time.” I sing along incorrectly. I make it safe. A couple people honked as I spaced out at stop lights. I am home and my bed looks like heaven. I forget to feed the cats.

I live alone, but hunger for dinner helped me wake up. When I ate meat, I was so hungry all the time, so my body got used to it. Hunger was harder to come by now. I’m so glad we have animal proteins spliced into plants now. I ate non GMO spinach with noodles and soy beans for dinner. I feel full. I’m on top of the world. I play piano, sing, write a melody for a song, write a poem, write a micro fiction story, practice learning Spanish, play football with my buds, do a puzzle, draw-with shading and color, and i do my makeup. It only takes two hours. I know that I could play chess or dance too if I felt like it. I get in my car. I turn on 90’s euro pop music. I sing along again. It is correct this time. I merge on the highway after a swift and facile drive through town. I learned more big words from learning Spanish. Still driving, I put on YouTube “How to belly dance,” while dancing and singing- one knee on the wheel. I lose a little balance. Was it me or the car? Lights flash behind me. I look back, look forward, but I am so hyper vigilant, I start to sweat-eyes twitch. I feel a bump. Is it a pothole, or is someone leaning on my car again? Am I moving? Why is everyone else stopping? The road looks curved upwards. There’s water way ahead. The sky illuminates with pink laser looking lights. I see a man’s face in the sky. What made God decide to come out? Great, I can never write a better story than that.