Hey there, so yeah I didn’t want to talk about this *period* but I am going to anyway beacuse I am nice like that. Plus I know you want to know because you are going to read this anyway.
“Talk about it”, is what he told me.
When was it again, tuesday, wait thursday. I am getting confused with the ‘ts’ but one of them. Oh and it was definitely night time. Before then this was how the day went.
I woke up around 6am and did my morning duties (and that basically includes me retracing our steps from the previous day to make sure that I have everything in the designated place awaiting to be messed up again and cleaning ‘of course’). Now that I think back, I should have taken a hint especially when he refused to smile at me and offered one that looked almost frightening when I called him out on it.
So yeah after that I went on to wash and got myself ready for the day. For whatever reason, he decided to prepare me breakfast and I promise I am not exaggerating but I felt like the food was staring at me. You know, I felt like I was eating eyeballs. The day, him and everything was just so creepy. And just when I thought I had escaped the weird feeling, he looks me directly in the eye and says in this husky voice “Hey we are going talk about it tonight“.
[That’s it. Who does that? Why would you say such a vague thing and leave it open like that making me wonder and why the hell is he wearing such a blazing shade of yellow. It doesn’t even look good. “Talk about it”. Yeah right]. But I managed to shake the thoughts off and went to work. I kid you not when I tell you that the universe was plotting against me in ways I couldn’t even begin to comprehend.
All through out the day, It felt like manoeuvring in a haunted themed park. Everyone with the exception of a hand full of people were dressed in apparel you wouldn’t think of them to wear. The food at the cafe was all gooey and so not appealing. And yet still I managed to go through it all.
And then I was closed for the day and started my journey back home. First thing, the lights were out on the alley leading towards home with just the illumination of shadows cast by the moon. Number two, I must not have gotten the memo because there was some kind of screaming contest going on. Literally every house I passed scared the living day lights out of ‘us‘. It’s fine. It’s fine. I kept whispering to myself. It’s just a joke. Nothing really is going on in those houses. It’s just fine.
Then I got home and there he was standing at the front gate grinning from ear-to-ear like a grinch and that just did it for me. There was no way in heaven that I was going to get an inch close to him or this crazy ass day any longer.
So cautiously with steady steps I started to back away from him while he moves forward towards me. “I told you we were going to have to talk about it dear. I told you. Don’t you remember. We have to talk eventually. Come on, stop backing away”. Now don’t tell me that you would have stood there and waited for whatever talk that was. (Good for you if you actually thought of staying. Not me though). I turned around ready to head for the winds but then I crushed into these three littles kids dressed as wolves and they smiled and chorus said to me ‘trick or treat’.
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Where was your mind at!! Sweetheart a ‘jack-o-lantern’ is literally in the featured image for this post. It’s Halloween. A celebration I desperately wanna experience. You know why? Beacuse then that would be me being hella crazily dramatic. Before I forget there was no talk. This is a sketch. Enjoy. Happy halloween to you if you got to experience it. I know I didn’t.
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