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Inside the house, as it was years ago, playing game with my cousins. Where, I was a pre-mature man in my dream, I stayed near the corner of the room with my back facing the wall and my front having access to face the living room and hallways. Yet, my viewpoint changed after everyone got intense in the game, clowns nonchalantly appeared inside the house, surrounding us. They play Russian roulette from the clown's influence, all bigger than us, taller than us, as the henchman clowns inject something in us, a blue serum. I try to grab something, subtly searching, yet the clown the clown with orange points at me, like he'd be the leader of them. He noticed my movements to seemed to have caused them to push us all outside. Outside, in the front of the house, at the entrance of the driveway of the house, as the clowns stood in the street and sidewalk, surrounding us, watching us just as intensely as we watched the video games on the big box tv, on xbox's first generation counsel....

(Written in March of 2023 which I had forgotten about.) (The original title was "She Finds a/the Garden".) Spinning in this dazzling night, I swore the moon was beautiful no matter how many times I looked at it. No matter how hard they blew or the crickets disgustingly creaked like riots, the moon's lonely eminence matched my tone, loving its solemnness within this green garden. Which smelled of sweet honey lavender. However, when I sat down, just simple pulse breezes came by with my shoes out of the pond and my feet as they swiveled beneath and around the goldfish. None of the goldfish were fully gold. In fact, they were primarily white like the reflection of the moon. It drives me to believe it's okay to be... It clearly is magnificent. I wish to be within the garden, or at least a garden with a perfect view day and night. Only for me and just me alone when it is time to descend. Let me pile up in shrivels and blend in ashes. (I don't know what really came to mi...

Already, I was in my UPS uniform. The person on the desk saw me in my uniform and told me to organize a pile of postal notes and boxes. Which I did, pleasantly sorting them as the notes would be put on the walls with different colored arrangements. I had the urge to decorate more but I knew maybe not here where this is an open space where I'd be interrupted anytime. When I looked back, no one was at the front desk, and at the same time saw someone enter the shop. Quickly, I rushed into the backrooms where I thought the employees would be. No one was around the lunch room, offices, or restrooms. I peeked out the backrooms and there was a line of unattended customers until I looked at the desk and a woman with bright blonde hair who rang up a customer. Gladly, rest assured because today was my first day of work. Yet, I don't know anyone. I stand there cluelessly grinning as some of the customers glance at me. The blonde hair lady glanced at me and wording from her red lips to ...