As I got out of my car a young woman was coming out of the restaurant. As usual, I looked at her and smiled. She looked me in the eye and smiled back. Just for a few milliseconds but it was really good for me.
As an invisible person, I wander the planet amidst the zombie hoards and begin to question my own existence. Am I really here? Can anyone see me?
When a girl looks at me and smiles, it reminds me that I am not just a figment of my own imagination. Perhaps I am a physical being after all.