It was a beautiful summers day in Vegas when I awoke. I marched downstairs and on to the front porch to greet the day. The air outside was ruffly 112 degrees with nearly no humidity. I felt the warm cement under my feet slowly causing 1st and 2nd degree burns. I stretched my arms up and then across my chest limbering up for whatever this day would bring. I waived to the neighbors and the garbage men as they strolled by the porch with a refreshing look of curiosity on their faces, as if they were trying to talk but nothing would come out. I'm sure they were just waking up as well and seeing me and the smile on my face gave them a sense of intrigue. I then decided I would put some clothes on and set out on my adventure.
I threw on some sunglasses on and hopped in the old Ford Taurus my grandfather had left me. It had University of Wyoming decals on it at one time, but the sun had turned them in a blackened charcoal that was now permanently affixed to the window. I drove to my nearest local convenience store to pick up some breakfast. I feel like you are what you eat. If you want to feel centered and like you are in harmony with your body simply feed it the right things and it will reward you. So since I was on a health kick I settled on an apple and a bag of raw peanuts along with my usual mixture of 2 Red bulls, 3 Rockstars, and a touch of Monster (sugar free of coarse...remember health is key). I should have known the day was going to be good when the woman at the counter said "Wow, you must have a lot of energy?!? do you need a bag for your nuts?" I glanced at her name tag and and said " thanks Janet, but I'm married...thanks for noticing my energy and vigor for life though and don't give up, you'll find that special someone." I walked away from the counter but noticed she had a look of deep reflection and wonderment. Perhaps I helped her understand that we as people need other people and she could find her better half or maybe she just noticed that I had farted while talking to her at the counter. I then enjoyed my breakfast.
When I regained the ability to remember things and had control of my limbs I found that It was now 4pm and I was at a public park swinging in an infant/toddler swing. I enjoyed the feeling of the breeze brushing across my face with each pass in the swing. I remember back to when I was a child and used to swing all the time. I remember pretending to be an airplane pilot and that I could fly in my swing. I noticed a small child in front of me and our eyes met. It's amazing how you can see the wonderment and excitement behind a child's eyes. You can see their love and curiosity for life and all it may have to offer. He smiled at me so I smiled back. I wondered what his life will be like? Am I looking at the future president of the US? A serial Killer? A CEO? A McDonald's Employee of the Month? Life is full of endless possibilities if we will only seize the opportunities in front of us. Suddenly his eyes filled with tears and he began to cry. Sometimes I forget that we as people are so sensitive and that life has a lot of pain and sorrow...especially when we walk right in front of an adult who is swinging and kicks us full force right in the face propelling us through the air like some sort of fleshy Frisbee. I then hopped out of the swing, put my pants and shirt back on and decided to continue on with my day. As I left the child's cries became more and more faint. The police and ambulance sirens however, became louder and louder almost like they were right in the park.
I then went home to eat dinner and call it a night. I had a glass of water with some mac and cheese covered in ketchup. It's amazing how a complex dinner like that can excite the pallet and bring a wave of happiness over the whole body. I headed up the stairs to my bedroom. As I lied in bed I looked over at my adorable sleeping wife. Her smile is so warm it could melt a snow drift, her eyes are so deep it is like you can dive right into them, her long blond hair reminded me rolling fields of wheat as they shimmered in the summer sun. I then remembered my wife doesn't have blond hair. So I left the neighbors house and thought maybe it's time to have more than one house plan when building a community. Why do all these houses look the same to me? Who has time to get caught up in the rat race that is remembering all those digits in a home address? My wife was pleased to see me when I got to my home 3 tries later. My day was finally done. I wonder what tomorrow holds?
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