My Perception

I’ve come to find out my perception is not your reality. In reality, maybe it’s no one’s reality. Well, except for in the funhouse that is my head. Everything in there is real. Of course.
See, here’s how it all went down. We went for the caffeine. Couldn’t you tell by the small that I was trying to cut back? Here’s what I wanted: 1/2 decaf, 1/2 hazelnut. Here’s what I got: empty and empty. That sucking, gurgling, empty noise, it made me giggle. Here I was, trying to be better to moi~self and I was coming up Empty, literally. They were quick to come back with fresh pots of decaf and hazelnut so I tried again. Here’s what I got: cold coffee. It was really starting to be humorous. Maybe the answer wasn’t coffee after all. Maybe I should have tea or chai. I laughed at the irony and made a stupid joke only Ruby would get, “if we hit all red lights it’s really going to be a bad day.” Not what you wanted to hear. After all, you are the one who said, “I would do anything to make you happy,” one hand on the steering wheel, one hand on my leg. Quick glances to my face to make sure I believed you. Anything to make me happy, and here I was threatening a bad day. Can’t say I blame you. A bad day controlled by street lights? Whoever heard of such a thing? No one except Ruby and that’s why things went from bad to worse. You told me to relax. Okay, worst. I hate that word. I don’t know why. My reality was I had been having a good day until you flirted with the perception that is wasn’t. My bad for making a joke you wouldn’t get. It’s just caffeine. Relax.