Bench in Devin

 Bench in Devin

 A person whose name is Bench

wanders into the store titled Come Grab Your Chore.

 The long white light bulbs give off bluish vibrations in the semi-lit department.

Bench sets down the hand on the plastic-y bench on the wall at the south side of the room.

 The general color palette can seem opal or cream.

Bench shouts up the the clerk behind the counter, 5 metres away,

"I'll order one cosmic latte!"

The clerk's name is Devin, and Devin works for 4 hours a day. Devin has two minutes left in Devin's shift. Devin thinks solemnly for an extended moment. Devin moves Devin's hands to manipulate the Espresso machine. 49 small adjustments later, Devin waves Devin's right index finger and stares into Bench's eyes. Bench laboriously saunters to the counter. The cosmic latte is purchased. 

Devin watches Bench's butt leave the store.

Devin packs up the stuff. In less than 60 seconds the lights are off, the door is shut and locked.

The cosmic large-plants sway like they do outdoors.

 The purple-y sky shines like a gift wrapped dogear.

 The future was worn down.

 Grandpa's thumbprint centuries-old wooden armrest

Lite soaked

Re imagined

The dimmer switch of the day

Which way?