room temperature low

No longer saying hello to the dead-fish-eye-stare lady. I turned her into a ghost. I don't even see her. I've walked right through her for six weeks. I had no idea this could be done. Is this science fiction or a super power or both?

I used to do this as a child with my mother. She would scream my name from far away and I would answer at room temperature low.

In my dreams I would fly away at will. In real life she'd be beating on me, smacking me, and calling me names. I floated away. It took me decades to return to my body and find the boundary of my skin.

Today I took a walk and was distracted by a person screaming hello, hello, HEL-LO into a phone while standing on the sidewalk. It was two blocks before I was out of earshot.

I thought I spotted a cat but it was a guy wearing a black baseball cap sitting below ground level on a house's basement stairs. Perhaps he was sheltering from the wind or borrowing the neighbor's WiFi.

I heard that a man was running through the streets in ladies lingerie. A white bra and navy blue thong, partially draped in a green blanket. Poor guy, he must've been freezing cold.