I'mma come out here for a moment, and tell y'all a little story. My sister was getting ready to go back to college so I took her to Khols at fucking 10am to get some nice jeans for the school year. <I have done this almost erry year because I don't want her to have to stress or feel insecure in her wardrobe while working on her degree.> When I get this ten thousand league stare. My sister assumes it's the slenderman-iqueens, but no. I am disturbed by the absolute screetching, nah, the BELLOWING of a rowdy buncha howlin' heathens in shoes. Their noise permiates the very core of my being, rattling my ribs with anxiety I have never felt before. I am in a glass house watching the moon crash to earth. My little sister grabs my arm, and asks me if I'm okay. I laugh and cry at the same time looking at her in awe.
"I work thirds,"
"Y-Yeah, and?"
"It's my 3am and everyone's screaming."
We had a moment of silence, bought pants and drove home contemplating perception.