Reality

i breathe and breathe out each second unravels as i open my eyes and see three stars just above me an angel flies above me playing his harp (i think it's broken cuz i hear nothing from above) in front of me Elvis plays his guitar- or whatever that is in his hands- i think it's worn out cuz it sounds like there is a bee humming around me now, how annoying can that get? suddenly, mom comes before me yelling with all her might "you forgot to wash the dishes, Dan!!!" now, Elvis has hightailed who wouldn't? even the angel with the broken harp has flown away so i return from the dead to wash the dishes how more unfair life can get? i can't even rest in peace!!!