I dragged Sandra over to the dusty chair, gently pressing her shoulders down, encouraging her to sit. She did, looking around. It was useless; the blindfold still existed. Grabbing the tray of taste tests, I picked one at random, labeled 13. I looked inside, and grabbed a utensil appropriate for use with the substance. Scooping it out of the cup, I tapped Sandra’s shoulder. She opened her mouth to ask me what, and, as quick as I could, I darted in with the spoon. Sputtering, Sandra tore off the blindfold, without much success. I laughed at the faces she made as she tasted the food. It was olives, and she hated those with a passion. But she didn’t have to know that I willingly fed her olives. She could know that it was something that tasted bad. That was all she needed to know. She glared at me, silently exciting the room to wash her mouth out. I followed her like a happy puppy, jumping around and laughing. For some reason I don’t think she was too happy with me, but what could she do about it? She was the one that decided we were best friends, not me. She should’ve expected this.

“I’ve never been more excited to visit a post office before.” Sandra and I were sitting on the floor of her bedroom. I was busy scrolling through my phone, as she did the same. Glancing at her phone, I noticed her looking at the post office’s website. The walls were a glossy black and white design, with lots of swirls. The floors were carpeted. I could almost feel the fuzziness from my spot on Sandra’s scratchy carpet. The counters were covered in petal designs, as well as vases of actual flowers. The post office was beautiful, but I saw what drew Sandra’s attention. The shiny porcelain boxes on the side, as well as the little idents in the walls. These were the new boxes, for incoming mail and packages. Each had a special design decorating its exterior, and a different design on the inside. Then I saw the workers. I don’t know why the post office website had pictures of workers, what if they didn’t want to be there? Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I looked at them. Two boys, both Sandra’s type. I preferred darker hair, but I couldn’t lie: they were attractive. I wouldn’t date them, but I knew Sandra wanted to. Standing up, I made eye contact with her. “What are you waiting for?” I paused, extending my hand to help her up. “Let’s go!”

Each and every day I wake up to the same Smells of waffles So why don’t I change that Buy a puppy get a job Start a new hobby Start a blog Maybe I’ll study Maybe I’ll write What if I produce a song I could do anything today I just have to decide Switch out my old routine No more scrolling no more screens I need something new to do Before I run out of sanity Why don’t I train that puppy She’s biting everything I could, but other things seem more entertaining What could I do today What new awaits There are too many possibilities I think I’ll just go back to sleep Maybe I’ll work out Maybe I’ll try a new food But for now I’m stuck Overwhelmed with possibilities But that puppy is still in need of training I haven’t finished my homework All these things and so little time Why don’t I try not procrastinating That’s something new I should try it It can’t be that hard once I get started But alas it’s already ten and if I want any sleep I need to go now I guess I’ll start tomorrow with all of the things I could do that are brand new