“Today is the day I die? This is just a stupid calendar, how right can a calendar be?” she laughed it off, turning away from the calendar hanging in her fridge.

“But this stupid calendar also told me last week, ‘today you will meet Tom Hanks, and guess what? I met Tom Hanks. I still think about that man,” she smiled, almost forgetting for a minute the words that were written in front of her.

“Today is the day you die...maybe they spelt dye wrong. I was in the mood to dye my hair yesterday...but they couldn’t have spelt it wrong. I’m going to die.”

With the realization setting in, she did what any sane person would do, having just been told they would die that day. She locked herself into her shed, avoiding taking any food so she couldn’t choke on something, but then she thought about starvation setting in, and ended up getting some. She sat on the ground, staring up through the window that only allowed a bit of sunlight to seek through into the room.