Death And Dragons
2021-09-12, 5:05 a.m.

The serenity of the early morning hour was disrupted by gunshots. I sipped on a Diet Coke as someone moaned in the distance.

People say midnight is the witching hour but I tell you emphatically that is 100 percent false.

It's always 4 AM when Satan plays Bocce Ball with people's brains and destroys their souls.

I walked back inside and finished my soda and a huge winged insect fell on my desk directly in front of me.

Luckily no one was around to hear my shriek as I squashed it to death with a yellow notepad.

I laughed to myself first death moans then dragons.

I wonder what tomorrow will bring.