I recently attended a seminar that stated quantum physics can prove every possibility imaginable already exists, you only have to use your thoughts and emotions to summon your dream life into this reality. But for or some reason Mr. Copperton’s head won’t flatten no matter how hard I try. I spent hours with one eye closed looking at my thumb and forefinger placed strategically in front of his head making a squishing motion and feeling excited, still nothing.
Holy Crap! That’s the giant bee I was trying to manifest over the weekend. That means Mr. Copperton’s head should flatten by Friday. I can’t wait to tell Kali.
This story is my entry into Friday Fictioneers. Make sure you take time to check it out.