The scene takes place in a most beautiful park. Lots of lush, green grass and trees. A majestic blue sky without a cloud in sight. A gentle breeze blows from the east whispering words of peace and bliss.

The Goddess Shakti is hovering about 3 inches above the ground. Clothed in a shimmering white -almost transparent garment from head to toe.

She sits in lotus position with her eyes closed. Her body is not static, but moving slightly up and down as she breathes in and out. Her aura changes from bright to brighter with every exchange of breath.

Across from her sits Devin Jacobs in awe. His eyes should be closed but he can't seem to take them off of her. Her beauty only starts at her appearance. It radiates from a depth in her that Devin sought desperately. Was it desperation? It would seem so.

"You are supposed to be meditating Devin." The Goddess doesn't open her eyes but she can tell he is distracted with her.

"I am meditating." Squinting his eyes but still looking at her.

"Ok, so maybe I should change my form or send someone else to help you with your- (she opens her fiery amber eyes and glares them at him before finishing her sentence) spiritual quests."

"That won't be necessary Love, I got you." Devin closes his eye and attempts to regain his focus. But as he does so, there's a blaring noise seemingly coming from everywhere. It's accompanied by a bright red light.

"Close your eyes Devin!" The Goddess sounded slightly irritated.

"I do have my eyes closed." He insisted while trying to ignore all the noise.

"Fuck it Devin!" Shakti flies off into the sky and out of sight.

"Wait, where are you going?" Devin opens his eyes and sees and hears his phone alarm blaring. It's been going off since 10:05pm. It's now 11:33pm and he's going to be late for work. Again.

"Fuck my life! How the fuck I over sleep again?" He jumps up and starts scrambling for his work clothes.

Cell phone bounces off the bed and onto the floor. More cracks in the screen... Fuck it!

He bumps his head on the wall of his tiny bedroom while attempting to pick it up. "Fuck You!" Now yelling at the wall.

He checks to see if his phone still works. It does, and he's grateful. "Thank you God, thank you God!" Making a song out of the words and doing a weird dance to go with it as he calls foe a Lift.

"Please wait".... (the app looking for drivers)...

"Wait? Is you stupid? I'm bouta be late for work. Again." Devin yelling at his phone.

While waiting, he washes his face and finds a work shirt that's not to greasy. He'd been meaning to wash for a week.

"This one don"t look to bad" he takes a whiff, then throws it back on the floor. Grabbing another one, he puts it on.

Checking his phone for a ride..

Notification: No drivers are in your area. Please try again later. Thank you.

"Of course there's no fuckin' drivers in my fuckin' area because God hates me and fuck my life!" He almost throws his phone at his living room window but wisely takes a deep breath instead.

Plopping down in his recliner, he resigns to his predicament. Makes a call to his job to tell them he'll be late. Again.

Devin was a midnight shift cook at Greezy Mike's Burger Palace. He'd been there for 2 and a half years but it seemed more like an eternity. He hated his job, the work, the environment, everything. Except for a couple cool cats, and the fuckable honeys that is...

He wanted to quit his job bad but had bills like everybody else. So, he endured the hell.

But hell can bring madness. He felt close to it already. Talking to Mythological Deities was a hint!

"Hello, Greezy Mike's!" It was Jazz, he could tell by her young, smartass voice.

"Hey Jazz, it's Devin, tell them I'ma be late but I'm on my way, I-

"Boy you betta get yo' ass in here! We is busy as fuck! Wasn't you just late like-

"Jus tell 'em what the fuck I said!" Yelling into the phone before hanging up. "Nosey ass lil girl!

Knowing he's got to walk to work, there's no real rush anymore. It'll take him an hour to get there so fuck it.

Devin rolls a fat blunt and packs his bookbag with his stinky work shoes, smelling like greasy, old onions. Plus, a Bluetooth speaker (he wasn't working without no music, late or not). And he couldn"t forget his notebook. Besides dreaming, writing was his only sanity.

He heads out.