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I wake up and it seems someone put wrinkled cellophane in front of my eyes. My vision is blurred. I close my eyes and shake my head, feeling the marbles roll around my skull. I squint at the clock but I still cant see it.

I walk to the bathroom instead and turn on the light. My eye balls get pissed off and hurt my brain. After their attack wears off I look in the mirror and imagine that I am so thin I am a skeleton. I picture a bug crawling out of my eye and smoking a cigarette.

I tug at my skin and it feels like rubber. I wonder if I am an android and not aware of it.

I get to work and start my day as a zombie. I am sluggish but accurate at the same time. I think this is how a zombie is like. The cart of freight I have to work squeaks like Im twisting its nipple.

Stocking packages of 12 count colored pencils on its hook, some drop out of their box and it sounds like a million cymbals crashing on the shelf below. I panic and look at the morning shoppers. I tell them I am sorry for the noise.

One man with yellow teeth and two different colored eyebrows keeps staring. I calmly tell him the box with 12 that came apart only has 3 in the box. I dont know why I tell him this, but I do.

The others go about shopping and I feel like I want to throw up. This is because I didnt have any breakfast. I feel this way when I do have breakfast too. I am a little disturbed by this fact. I decide to pretend to retrieve something from the back and exit the isle.

I pass a squished bag and it looks like a used condom. I picture myself with a condom on my head and exhaling until it explodes.

In the back, Jenny is pecking her telxon with a manicured finger. Her breasts are the size of basketballs. Her boyfriend is black. I picture her with all these black dudes getting ready to gang bang her. I suddenly feel like I want to kill someone because of this vision.

Hey, I say to her.

Morning, she says tired-like. She says nothing else and I walk away.

I go back out to the sales floor after getting my own scanner and day dream the rest of my shift. During the day, a small boy is throwing a fit in the seat of a shopping cart. I picture him twenty years from now in an anger management group. I imagine him losing it and throwing chairs around the room.

On the way out, there is a taller boy with dark brown hair and blue eyes walking in. I look away quick as I get scared and sad. He reminds me of my friend Erik. I miss him a lot since I dont hear much from him anymore.

The darkness stays with me like the grim reaper. At my place, a fly buzzes and headbutts my window. I think hes mad at the guy who created windows. After I check messages, I crawl in bed and try to read a novel I purchased. It was really expensive. Its thick enough to stop a bullet.

Looking at it makes me feel lazy and I curl into a ball. I pretend to be a rock and stay still. Then I sleep.