Week 18

I stood in a warriors stance that I had seen somewhere in some anime movie, in waiting. I was ruthlessly determined to win back my Freedom of Mind and solace within, and my stance was a perfect reflection of my intention. The Sword of Truth, a three-foot broadsword, was glowing Neon Pink. I watched intently The Monkey, The Pig, and The Ass slowly mosey around the darkness in the glow of my sword. I didn’t know who I would conquer first. Then, I felt a heaviness in my pocket. A heaviness I hadn’t felt in a very long time. My phone. My cellphone had returned. I began to panic; but the…