Bottle
A common occurance lately is to see a discarded bottle floating in the creek or on the
side of the road. It was three am and I had a serious delirium working on my mental
state; and a bottle started spinning and morphing into a rocket ship. The ship formed
before my eyes into a bright lime green beauty of a vessel. The speaker stated that
the flight will be leaving as scheduled and all should board appropriately and
promptly. I decided well why not! I need a big adventure to tell my grandkids one
day. I was fitted with a special space suit and mask. The monitors were all lit and
flashing then the count down started. I wanted to run but could not get off the
vessel due to the doors had been sealed tight. I said a prayer and closed my eyes as
the g-force melted me to the seat with an intensity I had never known before; It was
like my eyes were about to explode into space. Suddenly there was silence and
weightlessness and I could not comprehend reality. The speaker stated that it would
be docking on the moon in one hour and I should be ready for a moon walk. Well
who would not want to walk on the moon?? Right on schedule I took a giant leap for
women being the first to walk on the moon. Hillary was real mad she couldn't beat
me to the door! Bill was still stuck in his seat with Monica. Yep I was glad to catch
the morphing bottle late that night...what a wild ride to tell the grandkids!
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