  Another day, another penny... and the world continues to turn. Last night i stayed up till about 2am, i was finishing Thomas's cd and chatting with him online. He invited me to hang and watch a movie with him this Saturday. I will go and watch it with him and some girlfriend of his Mary.
It should be fun, no doubt. I am not pleased with how His cd case turned out, but if i dont send it, im afraid that it will not get sent. So, about 3 min ago, i put it in the mail. This morning i got up and headed for the gym, at 5:30 AM, damn, im tired. I sure did though, got up and worked my big butt off. The snack shack here at work orders do-nuts every morning, and my fav do-nut always seems to make the cut. The soft glazed do-nut with the lemon filling. The big ones, oh man they are so good, and i havent had one is quite the while. When i get my water every morning, i see it. For security reasons the do-nuts name and the wanter's name has been changed........... We will call the do-nut~ Frank the wanter~ Selma Selma gets up and scratches her head, her long BROWN hair covers her eyes and she is slightly awake. She remembers having a dream, a dream about things that she dare not talk about any other time. Lemon filled Do-nuts by the name of Frank jumping over fences and taunting her till no end.
As they jump they leave little drops of filling everywhere. Selma says to herself "someone should clean that up, someone could slip and fall". She comes a little closer to the dreams cream, as she bends down to start the "cleaning process", she stops herself. I cant do this, its just not right, something feels wrong. She runs away, and does not look back.
What a strange dream Selma says, as she gets up to get ready for the day. She heads to the gym, and as she walks on the treadmill, she can only think bad things about herself, as she sees her reflection in a window. She trys to free her mind as she listens to a mix cd that was made not two days prior. Sweaty and Tired she heads back to the house for a shower and clothes for work. Slema reaches work and heads toward the snack bar. The snack bar is a Little space that was dug into the side of a room with two nonappealing windows at the entrance. A board sits in right behind the windows, that always tells the speacial "guess what" food of the day. A black board with colorful pen writing on it, like they allowed there kids to pratice before taking them to school.
The people that work there are people that have seemed to have the worst life, and it shows in their apperance. Hair nets are a must, and it is required for a blind person to work there and run the show. Right behind the blind person is a old Black and white TV with everyones reflection in it as they step up to the counter. I have no idea where the camera is, prob, right under the TV. The camera is for the Lady with the eye illness to keep track of her customers!
wha?.. Selma grabs the Styro-foam cup from the huge spring container and heads toward the ice and water. She turns to go to the counter, and there it is! In the Plastic container just like in my dream. Its FRANK, and hes staring at me. The Jelly that over flows from the top turns into a shape of a finger and directs Selma toward him. No Frank, Selma yelled! Every hair net in the place turned towards the scene that Frank was making. Selma backs up slowly, she hits the Breakfast buffet portable island. It moves and she struggles to maintain balance.
She falls and the floor is cold to her. Frank comes running at her, and jumps on top of her. Rubbing his filling all over her, and his glazed softness touches her skin. Selma dosent know if she can take it. She says "NO" and wacks him with her ID badge. She regains her footing and runs out of the snack bar. Back at her desk, she thinks about what happend, and the softness of Frank. She really wants him, and wants to taste him. Selma knows that she must be strong, and the day will go on. Breakfast at its best~ 
