She lived there, unaware of the real world; her housing of choice leaving her naive. Everyone else noticed how horrible she was when it came to those less fortunate than her, but they were also too self-absorbed to realize they were the same as her. Her name was Elis and her zip code left her clueless; because she lived on the “right” side. She lived there in her bubble which was proof of the alternate universes. How great it must be to live in a fantasy world, a setting from a Sci-Fi film. When she walked past “the Thing” she glanced down and abruptly shot her eyes back up onto her smartphone that was cased in diamonds. She looked at “the Thing” in terror because something unknown had penetrated her bubble, an unknown error in her foolproof plan. “The Thing” also lived in a bubble but, in contrast to Elis’s, his was soiled with regret and prayers for a better life. He wonders why she ignored him as he can clearly see she has money. “Why?” is a question he asks everyday in hope. Everyday he holds his coffee cup begging for money he so desperately needs and he only receives pennies. The depression sunk in but he still had thoughts of optimism in the back of his mind. He thought that begging in the richest area of Manhattan would generate more revenue but he was absolutely wrong. On good days he would receive a dollar bill, but he was always grateful.
