Five Minutes

Within seconds your greeting floored me, I was in shock. Perhaps it was the fact I had been up most of the night, perhaps it was because I was really looking forward to chilling out.

Then, within five minutes of crossing the threshold, shock was the least of my worries.

Later a discussion illuminated that I was an illusion, just like Mister Cellophane from Chicago, “Cause you can look right through me, Walk right by me, And never know I’m there…”

So I sigh, remember and walk away. Forget the last few months and remind myself not to worry, because they just didn’t happen.

(I did warn you that I would be self-indulgent)