a human. for now.
Birds hit my windshield, and I turn the radio up. Turn! Turn! Turn! is on. Those are horrible driving directions. No left or right. Why interrupt a perfectly fine song to give me shoddy directions? I want to change it, but I can’t. I’ll miss it when it’s gone.
The Phantom looked over from his bed at the Lady in blood sleeping only a few feet away. She was bloody but adorable. A dream bubble floated above her head.
“I’m sure she won’t mind.”
He slipped out of bed and into her dream bubble. The dream was nice, but it had a machine gun. Firing at him. The bubble e X p L o D e D.
The Lady in blood awoke from The Phantom’s body hitting the floor. He was covered in bubble residue. She looked at him and then at her burst dream bubble.
“It was like that when I got here.”