Flufabunk

“Hey, babe?”

“Mhmm?”

“Don’t you have to go to the post office?” Matt noticed I was still in my studio. “It's nearly 4 pm.”

If that didn’t catch my attention, I don’t know what. When I paint the world around me tends to disappear. Time and space no longer matter to me.

“Flufabunk!” as I levitate throw my art room and grab the boxes of things that need to get to the post office before it closes.

When I get to the post office there are five minutes left before it closes. As per usual, Jerry is annoyed that not only did I make it five minutes to close but that this isn’t the first time this has happened. By now he has my shipments down pack where it doesn’t take too long to get things in.

“When will you come down from your daydreams?” Jerry cocks a smile and can’t resist but let me get my orders in the post office.

“When there’s nothing more to dream about and nothing to escape from.”

Finally, at 1 a.m. I got home from the post office and other errands I had to make to pack more orders; that was also the first time I was able to get something to eat. I put my shopping bags and takeout bags on the counter. Suddenly Maggie, my big lovable doggo comes running around the corner of the kitchen and suddenly all the stress of the world disappears.