I’m at work and it’s raining.

Mother Hen and I are pushing lids onto cups.

Our box fills with cups.

We get a new box and push more lids onto cups.

Mother Hen says, ‘What are you thinking?’

And I say, ‘What if we were in a movie?’

Mother Hen says, ‘Come on.’

Snorting a little.

I say, ‘What if our whole lives were a movie, like, leading up to some huge climax, and it had to resolve either positively or negatively?’

Mother Hen says, ‘I hated The Truman Show. Did you ever see that?’

And I say, ‘Yeah.’

Mother Hen says, ‘Did you like it?’

And I say, ‘Not really. I mean, when it was released I only liked Jim Carrey if he was funny.’

Mother Hen says, ‘I’d like to go to Hollywood, though.’

And I say, ‘You should.’

She laughs really loud but then stops laughing and looks embarrassed.

I say, ‘But, like, you should.’

And she says, more quietly, ‘Yeah.’

Our box fills with KeepCups and I tape up the box.

I put a postal sticker on the box.

I think: the box is going somewhere and I hope I am too.