The computers own me and so do your vegetables. My whale went perfectly, thankyou very much. I’ll pretend I never used that helpful thing and get on with life. I’ve had it up to hear with your shenanigans, so lets kiss and then we can say we made up! No more dreaming in this coming week.

I could tell by how your feet sounded against the tiled floor that you were depressed and stuck in a rut. A rut that kept going and going. Work, smoke break, work, smoke break, work, smoke break. I’m not totally sure about the work thing, it was more like ‘work’. You work in the corner of the large supermarket, nestled between the advil and tampons. I don’t think anybody notices you, or the way you walk but I do and I hope that makes you a little bit happy.