Too Good To Be True.

The expected rattle of three metal keys hitting against each other inside my purse did not come as expected. I knew today was too good to be true. Now to retrace my steps... The dark ominous hallway with its red-maroon-tan-brown paisley carpet, dingy and stained with the reminders of every flooded tub, busted pipes from the neighbors above, and maybe even a Coca-Cola or two, is showing no signs of a slight glimmer of the silver light reflected off my keys. I reach the elevator, relieved that it hadn’t even left this floor (eliminating the factor that someone had taken it from the elevator), step in and survey the area. Nope. No keys. The ride up one level of hell to the surface of the earth and stumble out of the elevator as if it had contained no air and I was dying for a way out. The lady at the table and the man she was attending to turn and just stare. “Sorry.” I straighten up and continue to look around for my keys. I notice when the man finally turns away and says something to the lady and I hear keys jingle. They could be his, he’s just messing around with them. They could be for the building, the lady at the front desk is just putting them away. I look up anyways. There he stood, holding my keys in his left hand. “Ah, yes. I’ve been looking for those.” The man turns and we lock eyes. I stood there, entranced by this man. He seems so familiar. He introduces himself as Mark Frusciante. I’ll never forget him. I thank him for finding my keys and he leaves. Then, I decide to put all that worry behind me and continue the feeling of having had an excellent day. I retreat down the elevator, down the hallway, and into my apartment. The lack of something sweet to munch on brought me to the prefect finale to this day. The doughnut shop. A warm, deliciously glazed doughnut (or a few) was all that circled my mind as I emerged out of my apartment, down the hallway, and up the elevator into the lobby and out the door. I am a couple of meters from the doors of the doughnut shop and everything goes black along with the sound of a giant computer breaking down. I turn and see the whole town behind me lost in the confusion and darkness. Suddenly, my shadow flew across the street in front of me. It was as if Jesus himself had popped out of the sky, glowing and everything. The only place with power was the place I had set out to reach. Not even the faults of man’s creations could interfere with my quest for doughnuts. I extended my arm out for the door and release the wonderful aroma to spread the sensation of this miracle. No one can refuse.