Short # 17
I close my eyes and don’t see a thing, only jolts of light making my body jump in response. The tingling bubbles in my Pepsi bring me back to my desk. SHWISH, pothole, SHWISH. It has rained and you are a car going by. Blocks of black ice frost to my feets, some day my hair will be long, there should be a comforter around here somewhere.