Butterflies

Stop. Start. Stop stop start start stop. Stop. What am I thinking? Silence. Sound sound Sound! Silence sound sound silence. I can’t hear! The lights flickered off on on on off on on off. “Are you ok?” No. I mean yes, yes. No no yes no. “Yes, I’m ok. I just need to sit down.”

The ceiling fan complained as it spun for the thousandth time. “What’s wrong, woman? Am I not good enough for you?”

I’m a woman? The world dropped.

The ceiling fan complained as it spun for the millionth time. “What’s wrong, brother? Speak to me.”

Wolves scratching and butterflies playing. “I didn’t sleep well tonight. I want to leave.”

“But we just came here! We haven’t even eaten any snacks.”

Cry. Laugh laugh. Cry laugh. Cry cry cry! The room is very small. Large large. Very large! It’s small large small large. I am sweating. I feel cold hot hot... hot? No, cold. Freezing cold. Hot. Cold. Everyone swayed left right right right left right left. Left, and then raised their hands after having lowered them. And again, raised and raised then lowered and lowered and raised. They raised their hands.

“I’m leaving.”

“Ok. Ok. We’ll leave, but can we at least take a quick look at the snacks table?”

“You really didn’t have to leave with me. I could’ve just taken a $5 uber ride.”

“And let you support the monopoly? You’re not taking my friend’s money, capitalists!” He shouted out of the car’s window.

Laughter. “Thank you, brother.”

Silence. The smile faded.

“So, what really happened back there?”

“I saw her kissing someone else.”