Date: 6/29/2019
By Fitful
There was this daycare/corner store. A convenient store. It stood on a lot in the middle of a parking lot, separated from the rest. I went there all the time. I was an adult but I really wanted to join them, to be in the daycare. They were teaching stuff I really wanted to learn, stuff maybe I hadn't learned yet, or that I needed a refresher on. They weren't too keen on me being there though. I kept trying but they kept blowing me off. The thing was I had been welcome before. I was always welcome there, at different times the employees knew me well and loved my company. We happy to see me. I had to remind them who I was, I looked different now I didn't dye my hair. When I told the girl I had green hair before her face lit up with the same recognition and joy. But she quickly forgot after she went back to her sweeping. Eventually I did get to attend. I still felt outcast but I was learning, slowly. I think there was a huge scare when someone threatened the shop, a bad man. I get the impression I was there often in different hairstyles, maybe even skin colors. Perhaps different lives? That would explain why they didn't recognize me and forgot me easily. ~ Later, I'm at home. Well home is just a place, an amorphous spot in a white landscape with the feel of walls though they couldn't be seen. I'm collecting toys, stuff for a little kid. Plastic tables and stuff. Lots of toys to make a kid happy. To make me happy. I think I let my a pet in this room and it was happy to explore.