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I don’t think I’ve read this before...anyone know???

Your bones are made of the same dust as the planets. This is the first in a short series, finally started because I was feeling off. Wish I knew who to attribute the writing to, but Google is not helping.

Waves of light filtered in through the navy blue curtains. Bathing in these sun rays were two birds sitting on the windowsill fluffing each other's feathers. They suddenly started to sing a piercing tune to proclaim their love for each other and the sunny day. At that exact moment, a garbage truck had screeched to a halt right in front of a house. Ruining the perfect morning. The garbage man, who had a can in each hand, fed the truck its breakfast. The engine grumbled as the teeth of the machine munched and crunched on the wet, warm trash. After that meal, the two men, then, started a petty argument over who was going to drive the truck from here on out and who was going to hang on the edge of it and have "fun". The garage truck began to pull away from the curb. A few feet later, though, the front of the truck crashed into the neighbor's three trash cans, and their contents spilled all over the road. The gentle old lady who owned these cans stumbled outside, waving a broom over her head.     That old lady? She now had the cops standing on her front lawn. The cops weren't called because of spilled trash and bent-cans though. Another Neighbor called out of concern once this old grandma started wielding a S&W686-plus revolver instead of a broom. One garbage man screamed after a bullet pierced his foot. A split second later, the other garbage man ducked as a bullet struck their trucks window, shards of glass ripping his skin. The grandma embarked on a slow sprint back towards the house…The cops were now on an official 'chase and capture'. Sirens sliced through the neighborhood's peaceful atmosphere, signaling that backup had arrived. Soon after that, an ambulance flew around the corner, as well as a fire truck (because fire trucks love to come to an emergency, fire or no fire). The ambulance sped away with the injured garbage men while the firemen doused the dented trash cans with foam just cuz. As this was going on, the grandmother had successfully locked herself inside her house, and now the cops were signaling each other to break the door down on the count of three. A crowd of sleepy people had now formed and the cops were initiating their countdown- One... Two- Three!