/ Queen of the World
She was the queen of the world, but she didn't know it. The cosmos worshiped her quietly. And she thought that's how it was for everyone.
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The invisible crown: an ordinary woman walks beneath a quiet cosmic halo while rain, insects, and obstacles curve away from her
She was the queen of the world, but she didn't know it.
The cosmos worshiped her quietly.
And she thought that's how it was for everyone.
She thought that everyone's shower water glided over their shoulder with a perfect tickle, that the scent of flowers from the garden drifted up to everyone's balcony in the morning, that the wind carried the raindrops for everyone at exactly the right angle, so their feet wouldn't get wet.
She was the queen of the world, and reality kept setting things up for her, no drama.
She had no idea the chef had swapped the cilantro for parsley an hour before she arrived at the restaurant, or that the cockroaches had decided to veer away from her open window midflight.
She didn't know how tightly the rug in her kitchen clung to the floor so she wouldn't slip, or how many douchebags had accidentally swiped left on her.
She was the queen of the world, and the cosmos worshiped her.
She didn't know it.
It was just like that.
For other people, it didn't try as hard.
She was the queen of the world, but she didn't know it. The cosmos worshiped her quietly. And she thought that's how it was for everyone.
He didn't leave the house until he'd finished drawing himself a face.
It took a while. Everything always took him a while.
First a base layer, too dark, so there'd be something to draw on at all.
Then eyebrows, thicker than the ones he used to have, so a gaze would have somewhere to sit.
The nose he gave up on today.
Last of all, he drew himself lips.
I'm a good friend.
And I have proof of it. Ultimate proof. It's like God himself told me I'm a good friend.
And how do I know? Because Mia Goldfarb chose me as a friend.
And Mia's choices are always right.
Always.
He works from home, she feeds him, and their love story becomes increasingly literal.