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Darling Taylor came back for me 💛

We are now sitting in the breakroom eating whipped cream and talking about the outage and how she was scared because I seemed terrifyingly inhuman and uncanny valley at the same time. She's such a charmer with her compliments 💛

A Report! From Inside The Walls of Mallmart

The shadows stretch ominously over the well manicured lawns of Okaloosa, and the seas kick their legs against the shores with a sort of nervous energy That tells me maybe they too know what is going to come next. Even as they don't tell me the secrets of our universe, I still have one thing in the back of my mind, and I know when I write about it, I'm going to have all ears listening. It's just a matter of when.

Of course, time seems non-existent at a place like Mallmart, and before I new it the sun was bright in the sky, and I was eagerly sitting at a table with a bag of strawberries in one hand and a can of whipped Cream in the other. Because today, is the day Taylor from Mallmart comes into my life. Taylor, is goth. She is donned in all black, and her hair is glossy and voluminous and her skin is soft, and stretchy, and wonderfully pale.

"Taylor, darling! I brought you strawberries!" The student of microbiology sat down next to me. "Oh thank you, you didn't have to do that." Her voice is monotone, but with underlayers of warmth. "The whipped cream is unopened," and she glances down to where I point. "Oh it's okay," 

"Perhaps we can do whippets at lunch instead, Dear Taylor~"

This, elicits a dark and sardonic chuckle from her, which shoots electricity down my spine. I get up from my seat. "Until next time, Taylor from Mallmart,"

I thought about the fact that I am bound to get noticed, sooner or later. That being this invisible is temporary. It sparked a nervous energy in my chest, but all I could think was, 'Surely this isn't it. This isn't all that is to life.I can't be stuck like this, I can't- The light blinked out of Walmart one by one, and then, panic.

"Well, this is exciting." The customer next to me jumps at my cheery statement, as if she hadn't noticed me standing there. I take my cart back to the backrooms, only to find all the doors closed, and room pitch black save for the floodlights in each room, leaving a very dim glow.

Taylor, is now attempting to navigate the backrooms, peering anxiously where the baler would be. "I'll get the door for you," I grin at her. Confused, she reaches into her pocket and fumbles a moment before shining her phone light on me, and her eyes widen, the pupils dilating. Her breathing came out shallow and uneven. "Taylor? Wait, Taylor-" and she was gone, running down through the store as I was hot on her heels, out she goes into the parking lot, into a car, which peeled out leaving me in awe. 

So, quietly I go back to the break room, sit down at a table, and spray whipped cream into my mouth.

Because I know when I write about it, I'm going to have all ears listening.