Reality

My son was at his dad’s for the weekend, it was dark, and I was out and about – shopping and getting a drink.   I felt young and hip?  That doesn’t sound like me…

I glanced at the clock in the car and was instantly transported back to reality.

In reality, I was driving home from a library used book sale and spent $2.75.

In reality, I was drinking a Shamrock Shake.

In reality, it was 7:24 and I am not young or hip.

In reality, it was almost time for bed.

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