Everyone Is In a Panic Except Me

Everyone is in a panic. Except me. Everyone is frenzied. Except me. Everyone is crazed to the maximum degree. Except me. I am lying on my back in my yard in the sun. Listening to the birds trill, they seemed stress too. I hear little people yelling “where is mom? I can’t find her!” I feel a bit of tension in my back. Where is SHE? This is a shriek now. I am starting to get a neck ache. How much longer can I enjoy myself before they find me? MOM! Good grief. The neighbors are starting to stare. I smile and wave to them. MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWW WMMMMM! Louder now. I am stressed.