We ran down the hall like zombies were chasing us. There were in fact no zombies or reality, either way you look at it they both don’t count.  We went to the kinder’s room.  It had a balcony and everything but not in the dark.  We waited and waited.  I thought we waited.  We really were supposed to do it together, its in the rule book.  We opened the door together, I thought we did, the crack of light split your bodies in two.  You didn’t stop, you never would do that for me.  Instead you shot me in the dark.  I give the fuck up.  Nope, you sure as hell can’t decide.  I slipped through the cracking light and flitted across the parking lot.  Slipped a couple of times, but nobody was looking, absolutely nobody.  You teens were supposed to follow me but were back in that innocent room doing those secret crimes against humanity.  I fumbled with my pocketed keys and found the rounded cornered one, slid it into the hole, and twisted my wrist.  That was easy.  I drove onto the highway and the car seemed to guide itself into a farm’s driveway.  Sometimes its nice not thinking for myself.  Cars make things mundane and interesting all together.  I yank the keys, turn them back and push the lever so the neon orange shows.  Good.  I walked to the door and a couple of loonies are staring back at me.  They hold what looks like those cups that aren’t biodegradable that come from those columns beside work water coolers except that these cups look brown and bubbly, almost crispy.  The two loonies offer me some baked cup and I take it.  A big burnt bubble stares back at me, I can’t help it and so I take a nibble.  Thats how it’ll go down I guess.  The cup was gross so its time to lay on their couch.  They stare but I take it in stride and relax.