“A Day In The Life” by Lem Billings

2016 in Seattle in June on one day

Food: $100

Apartment: $3,000

Perfume: $300

Clothes: $

“Hold on!!” yells a reader.

“Yes?” says Lacey.

“Why do I care?” asks the reader.

“I’m not sure. I’m studying your response, in a way.” says Lacey.

“We are too!” says the CIA.

“I’m offended.” says this particular reader.

“Why?” asks Lacey.

She laughs.

She has to control her laughter.

“Why?!” asks Lacey.

“I’m not entirely sure I know either.” says Tucker Carlson.

She thinks. Covers her mouth. Nods.

“So…what do I seem like to both of you?” asks this in particular reader.

“Class?” asks Lacey.

“Yes?” she says, suddenly crying.

“Umm…it’s always complicated. You could theoretically be in lots of different classes.” says Lacey.

She nods in agreement.

“But…I’d say middle class. Maybe…upper middle class. Maybe your family has been here since…the 1800’s or maybe the 1700’s?” says Lacey.

“You’re describing yourself!” she says accusingly.

“No. I’m not.” says Lacey firmly.

She stares at Lacey. Goes quiet. Bends her head down.

“Okay. You’re right.” she says. She looks uneasy and shocked.

“Am I dying?” she asks.

“Maybe? If you are…you’re clearly going to exist. So you might need to focus on your…heart towards God.” says Lacey.

She nods in agreement.

She laughs.

“Where am I going!?” she says.

“To meet God.” says Lacey.

“Yeah.” she says. “Like where am I!?”

“You’re in a spiritual realm.” says Lacey.

“Do I look like myself?” she asks.

“YES!” says Lacey.

“I’m not ready to die!” she says.

“Yeah! You’re too happy?” asks Lacey.

She smiles and then cries. Nods.

“Yeah. If I was you I’d be worried about who you’re leaving behind.” says Lacey.

“Why?” she asks.

“Because it seems like you’ll be with God having fun. So…you’ll be covered. Or you’ll be getting your…life explained.” says Lacey. “But…it’s the people who you’ll leave behind who will be the most troubled.”

“It’s disruptive that I’m dying.” she says.

“Yes!!” says Lacey.

She laughs and nods.

“I’m not dying. I’m transitioning.” she says laughing.

“You’re being brave.” says Lacey.

“Yeah. But it’s just a transition?” she says.

“I’m not going to lie. It’s death.” says Lacey. “I genuinely have no idea what to tell you. But I can almost see you! So you’re either talking to me in the future after you’re dead. …And you’re possibly mocking me. Which is mean.

Or…you’re…slightly dead already.

My cousin Mark…started talking to us. Before he died too. It was creepy.

So…maybe you’re…dying. I refuse to call it a transition. It’s death.” says Lacey.

“To be honest…I’m slightly looking forward to death. It’s…going to be sad. But…also…cool.” she says.

“Yes! Just get in a good place with God.” says Lacey. “Pray. Pray in Jesus’s name.”