Groceries

I don’t want to go to the store. Picking up my coat. Which makes the air feel worse. Outside, Is where they go. I entered the store. Hiding in the bathroom. It’s as if no one will find me there. Hahaha! I like the flickering lights. The startling sound of the hand dryer. Wakes me up. The hand dryer shuts off. I breathe out. They hate me. She sent me to the store. To get. Bread. Toothpaste. Olive Oil. I wrote all that down. I’m lost. Aisle 1, 2, 3, 4… Racing by me. What if I got in a car accident? And the groceries would fly throughout the car. Aisle 5,6,7,8… I want to go home, I don’t want to be late. I also… Don’t want anything ever again. Need to get bagels too, I think. 1,2,3,4, I promised to take an hour then be out the door. I don’t want to go to the store. You already went, honey. I don’t know.