Just in case

My grandmother kept a packed bag near the front door for emergencies.

My brain makes strange connections

I dreamt I was escaping a prison. My escape was foiled because my t-shirt was back to front, and my route was blocked by Hitler.

So close but so far

On the beach, my friend and I made up stories about strangers. It was easier than talking to them.

A difference of 3

My boyfriend is a 9. I am, I think, a 6. When we go out together, I become invisible, or at least irrelevant- except to him.

Mistaken

My neighbour thinks the mezuzah on my front door is a high tech burglar alarm.