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...

“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 San...

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 pup...