Today a ladybug landed on me, and then later an inch worm. Through the powers of projection I connected with them on a level never before known to mankind. For a moment we were united.
The ladybug landed on my chest as I was walking toward the coffee shop. At first it was just a blurry insect shape and I thought to brush it away, but then noticing it was a ladybug, I decided I would not. It is a cute bug. I couldn’t think of a reason to shoo it away, other than the lack of safety of riding on a clumsy man like me, and having it on my shoulder could somehow benefit me. Then may be when the plan formed. It was now my passenger.
As I entered the coffee shop, I feigned unawareness of the ladybug, which was beginning to crawl from my shoulder onto my back, and the strap of the bag I carried. At the counter was the woman I had come to see. She seems like an interesting woman. She has a purposeful notch in one eyebrow, and does not shave her armpits, but she’s got this textured, yet soft voice. Dreamy and hazy. Someone I’d want to hear talk about themselves.
I approached the counter and said some delightful pleasantry to her. I can’t remember what I said now. Some diverting strange thing like usual. I can’t really remember words after they’ve left my mouth. When I finished my order I turned over my shoulder and “noticed” the ladybug there. “Oh, I have a passenger,” I said as I turned to display the insect, now crawling back onto my shoulder as if on cue.
“Oooh,” said the barrista in an endearing tone, and she leaned in to see it. I kept my gaze on the bug, and appraised it in a manly manner. She reached across the counter and scooped up the lady bug off my shoulder. I chuckled warmly. The ladybug was transferred, and then freed outdoors by her.
Then I went and sat down and waited for my cappuccino.