“All I have is $5,” I thought to myself. It’s Sunday, and I have to make it last all week. I could just buy Ramen, it would keep me full, but it’s not healthy.

I looked at the prices, and thought about my choices that led me to only having five dollars. I quit my job after too many customers grouped me. My boss said it was part of the job, and “boys will be boys.” That I’d get more tips if I let them paw me. It was demeaning and untrue.

My last pay check went to rent. I look for jobs in the area, but there was nothing to be found. I could go crawling back, but I had my pride. Plus, I kind of punched my boss. I doubt he’d forget that.

I left the ramen and walked on. I started to think about buying a lotto ticket. What if I won? What would I do? Move out of this town, somewhere warm. I’d study photography, sell my pictures to tourists. Or maybe make jewelry. Live near the beach, live off seafood. Oh! Tuna is cheap. I walked to the canned food section.

What else would I do with the beach life? Anything I wanted. I sighed, lost in my dreams. An impatient women “tutted” at me, annoyed I was day dreaming. I apologized, brought back to reality.

I grabbed my tuna, and headed back to the ramen. I grabbed what I could afford, and headed to the line. Five dollars.

Tomorrow, I’ll get back to job searching. Today, I’ll get lost in my dreams.