Talking To the Elephant

It was my turn to take care of the elephant last week. It asked how I and the rest of humans have managed to talk to him. It was a very interesting question and it blew my mind. Later that day, I went back to my room after my job. I locked the door, and crawled under my bed in a tight circular ball and started crying. My mind was blown and I was not sure how I was going to get it back. This was not a terrorist attack, it just happened. To be honest, it was completely my fault, I let it happen. The next day, I got up and spent about an hour preparing myself. I put on makeup, brushed my teeth, put deodorant, did a few readings and solved some problems, sagged my pants a little bit and put on my favorite hat. Then I went down stairs where the elephant was waiting for me. We went for a two step.