My brain has been wrapped in cotton as of late. It floats, softly bumping up against real life now and then but not attaching to anything. Everything is aaaaalllll cooooollll.
I wasn’t always like this. My mom always used to say I had one of those type A personalities, you know, the ones where people are wound up so tight about little shit they just can’t relax? She was probably right, she was a pretty smart lady. I haven’t seen her in at least 20 minutes or so, since she last stuck her head in the doorway and said dinner was ready. That seems so long ago. I wonder what she’s up to now? Dad’s been gone for way longer, like since yesterday. He never comes around anymore but I don’t give a shit because instead of those dry ass pork chops Mom used to make now we get mac n cheese. I think. That’s what it smells like, golden cheese and curly pastas with a crinkly potato chip crust. That is some good shit. Man, I’m saying shit a lot. I think I’ve said it like…a lot of times. But it’s not like it’s the only word I know or anything. I know lots of other words. Or I used to, like before. When Mom was here last, I was really smart then. Or she said something about me being smart. Or like not to be smart? I really don’t know. I think I said something she didn’t like when she stuck her head in about the mac n cheese. Like maybe I was all “bring it here then, woman!” trying to be funny. It was dumb, but funny too, right? I’m pretty sure that shit is funny. I’m laughing…that’s all that matters, man. That’s all that matters.
Prompt: In the clouds