Chapter 2

"Is that everything for you today, sir?" asked the clerk. Jeffery, with his eyes fixated on the milk and small, but ever so satisfying box of Froot Loops, nodded his head. As Jeffery turned around to exit the store, he was dumbfounded by what he saw staring back at him from his windshield. He ran to his car and grabbed the parking ticket from in between the windshield wiper and his cracked windshield, this time actually taking a moment to look at the ticket and compare it to the one he got earlier that morning. They were the exact same, the only difference was the time the ticket was issued, same company, same color of blue, same violation. Just then, Jeffery got a shivering shock from the inside of his hand sent directly to his brain, as if the milk was trying to say something. Quickly crumpling up both tickets, he stuffed them back into his pocket and continued on his mission to feed his craving.

There was just something about the way the colorful O's floated so freely in the pure, white substance. It was almost as if Jeffery had a bowl of Froot Loops in place of his brain. Forgetting about the two words that were placed in his head earlier that morning, Jeffery sat on Annalise's bed and began to bring the spoon ever so slowly towards his buccal cavity, then he stopped. For a moment, Jeffery got a faint smell of a familiar perfume. He turned his head towards the door and saw Annalise standing there with a not so comforting look on her face. He saw her mouth moving, but couldn't comprehend anything that was leaving it. His mind was still in awe about the pot of gold that was being caressed by his cold, clammy hands. "Fine!, if this is what you want then fine! You better be gone by the time I get home" and the door slammed, permeating the room with the familiar odor. Jeffery looked at the pile of parking tickets that had been whisked ever so gently of the cheap, but never the less grandeur Ikea dresser. Reaching into his pocket, he placed the change on the pillow beside him and added his two new parking tickets to the mess scattered on the floor.