Reality

I walked into a piece of Renolds. Flashes of her fiery red hair and emerald green eyes shined in splotches around the rooms. Skirts, shirts, pleather, shoes, couches, carpets, curtains, coffee mugs. It was a colorful clash of a mess.

Pictures hung around the walls in various states of crooked-ness. A picture of a family sat on its side. A girl with long black hair kissing the cheek of a younger Renolds tipped into the window. A smile-less red head with dull green eyes laid upside-down. A poster from a band I never heard of was the only semi-straight thing there.

“Wow,” I said as I looked around at absolute disorder.

“I’m only ever here long enough to make a mess. Never long enough to clean it up,” she said dangling molding food over the garbage can. “I rarely ever have good food in here… I’m a mess,” she sighed and flopped onto the couch.

I stayed behind in the door way and just looked around. The room was as cluttered as my head.

“Is any of this real?” I asked.

“Most of it,” she said without question.

“Why only most?”

“Because I don’t have the money to afford real leather and designer purses,” she scoffed.

“No. I mean everything that’s happening. Is that real?”

“Still only most of it.”

"Why?"

“Because you never know the complete reality of a moment. Why don’t you come cozy over here on this couch and I’ll tell you a story.”

I stepped around the clutter and sat lightly on the questionable couch.

“Don’t worry, the pleather won’t bite.”

“Sure…” I doubted.

“Do not doubt me! Do I look like the kind of person that one doubts?!” she did a quick turn and swept her hands over her body.

“Look at your apartment. Look at what you’ve done. You’ve practically kidnapped me just so I would stop questioning my sexuality! What is that, your job? If so, then this is a rather sketchy franchise you’re running here, dear sir.”

Renolds narrowed her eyes at me. “Touché. You are a rather spiteful one, missy. And by the way, I may be a God but I’m certainly not a sir! Do you see a bulge? I don’t see a bulge, thank God. So it’s Miss. Got it? Good,” she nodded conclusively. “Now! It’s story time so you best be comfy because it’s a long one. Hell, it’s me, it’s always a long story,” She grinned with excitement and lunged into an tale.