Tattooed

Grandma, wise beyond her years, observed my mini-meltdown with a mix of amusement and concern. She didn't press further, probably attributing my distress to a quirky episode of Mellisa Lane's unpredictable adventures. Little did she know, it was just the tip of the iceberg.

Feeling a sudden chill, I closed my eyes, hoping to escape the bizarre reality that had become my existence. That's when it happened – a gentle caress on my cheek, a phantom touch that sent shivers down my spine. A vision materialized before me: a stunning woman with a warm smile. Oddly enough, I felt a pang of sadness, a fleeting emotion that left me disoriented.

My phone buzzed annoyingly, and I eyed it with disdain, half-expecting another ridiculous turn of events. Sure enough, Jenny's name flashed on the screen, demanding my attention. With an exasperated sigh, I answered.

"What now, Jenny? Is there a sudden alien invasion, or have the squirrels declared war on humanity? I could really use a peaceful day."

Jenn