Joe_Bob_Gautama
Sporadically lucid
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Thinking about an occasion of commingled paranoia and wonder. I woke up recently to someone knocking on my door. I ignored it because I thought it was likely to be the bipolar prostitute I’m trying to avoid. And this thought troubled me for an hour. Then I stepped outside and found a Quiche Lorraine and a cup of homemade salsa on my doorstep. Had no idea who might have left me such a gift, but I was quite sure it wasn’t the prostitute. Then I went on one of my daily walks; there are dogs all over the place, and I like to visit them all. I heard barking from a place where I don’t usually hear barking from, and found the woman who’d left food at my door! She was visiting my 85-year-old neighbor (with her dog), a neighbor who gave me my first job as a teenager, and now moves so slow that I can read the day’s newspaper while he walks from his mailbox to his front door, but he amazingly still always has a girlfriend. I’d just met his current girlfriend the day before, but she was kind enough to bring me food. I was both mystified and overwhelmed by her thoughtfulness.