I didn't take my meds today.
Two days ago Caitlin Adams asked if I was bipolar because I was into her on Monday but by Friday I had figured out that she was too demanding.
But those words, that question... it seeped into my soul and tarnished my tho...
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SUNBEAMS WARMED my body and illuminated the dust particles lacing the air. I sat up and rubbed the tired out of my eyes.
It was a dry morning, the air made my throat sore. I blinked, slowly adjusting my vision to the golden glow of the early morning sun.
"Arlo?" My gritty voice spoke out.
He stirred, mumbling something in the other language so I bopped his nose and he opened his eyes, glancing at me with a shattered stare.
"Mm" he hummed. "Did I wake you last night?" I shook my head. "So I just stayed here all night?" I shrugged. "I didn't sleep walk?" He asked, looking around the junk yard for anything unusual.
"Not that I know of." He smiled really big it was sweet and he reminded me of an innocent child, so proud of himself. I mirrored his smile. It lasted 0.3 seconds and then we heard the bleating of a nearby goat.
Together, we turned our head slowly towards the noise and Arlo jumped to his feet. "No, no, no not in my car! No!" He ran to his car and opened the door. A young goat hopped out, vocally calling out sounds.
I slapped my hand over my mouth, unable to contain my surprise or laughter. Arlo dived head first into his car, keeping his butt out of the door.
"He chewed up my seats!" He shouted in annoyance. "No! There's balls of shit everywhere!" He growled really loudly. "fokii! ewúrẹ òmùgọ! kilode mi?"
(Fuck! Stupid goat! Why me?)
"Arlo, you need to take a chill pill." I sucked in my lips, forcing my laughter to stay inside but the enjoyment was written all over my face. He looked back at me over his shoulder and narrowed his eyes venomously.
"It's not funny." I tried my hardest to wipe the smile off my face.
"I know."
"Then why are you laughing?" I burst out laughing and he grunted turning back to his car.
Safe to say, he didn't find the amusement in my humor. I stood up, straightened out the crinkles in my shirt then jumped down from the tractor trailer. A night spent sleeping in some rusty old truck was not even the slightest bit comfortable.
Somehow I managed to grab the elusive goat by a rope lead tied around it's neck.
"Where are you going? You're not going to help me clean this?"
"Uh, no you look like you've got it handled. I am gonna return him back to the farm up there."
"I hate you." I laughed and blew him a kiss. Goat and I carried on along up the bumpy dirt road back to Farmer Alan.
•••
Alans kitchen smelt like coffee and burnt toast, the perfect aroma of breakfast. Except, things were not perfect because he made me realise how much I was known around here.
