Synthetic Days

They call them synthetic days. I can understand why. The sky is bright blue, peppered with just the right number of curly white clouds. I could watch them all day, drifting unawares high above. It's not easy living a fake. Knowing it doesn't impact my daily routine, but it does make it somewhat more two-dimensional, if that is the right way to put it.

For one thing, there's Kelly in her short yellow skirt, with just enough tan and tan lines to make me want to ask questions. She's taught me many things, but above all how to tell Synthetic Days from Real Days. My friend, my anonymous friend, the difference is truly drastic once you see it. I had no idea.