Nov 24, 2022
On this day the sun sparkled through the glass and turned our house into a glittery dance club. I looked up from my pillow and saw Pablo and Yoga dancing like two prophets in love. Their eyes were locked as they danced in reverence of the great eternal fire. I clapped my hands in rhythm with their waltz. I grabbed my guitar and strummed a beautiful melody.
Pablo was feeling inspired after our ritual. He said he wanted to buy musical equipment. He wanted to build a stage for Holy Taco, where we could perform our soulful songs.
So he and I piled into the van and drove to the music store. The man behind the counter greeted us. We asked him for help. He nodded his head and led us to the amplifiers. Then he handed me a guitar. He asked me to sing. So I sat on the floor of the store and played a melodious song for the employees. They clapped in rhythm. Pablo took off his shirt and started doing a waltz.
After that we drove into town. Pablo dropped me off at a cafe. I had a beautiful coffee. A little later I went to Holy Taco for lunch. I was served a delicious taco. It tasted so good.
I took my plate to Pablo once I’d finished. I found Pablo under the sink with his arms around his legs, rocking back and forth. I asked what was wrong. He said he needed some sugar, and quick. So I carried him to the van and we drove to the grocery store. Pablo jumped out his window and sprinted to the entrance. He grabbed a Kit-Kat off the shelf and devoured it whole.
After that we went back into town. There was a market that evening. Holy Taco had their own stand. I wasn’t working and so I walked around and bought some of the competitors food. Pablo and Yoga wept in horror when they saw me supporting the other businesses.
I ate my food on the grass and watched the sunset. It was pretty. Then I went home and slept.