This is the best day of my life!

I found the God of all cinnamon rolls. The heavenly bun was fresh but had gotten a little cold on the way home. On top of this beautiful pastry, there was a creamy spread of peanut butter all over the top of the bun. Taking a bowl out of the cabinet, I placed God's gift to humanity in the bowl and then into the microwave.

While it was getting nuked, I went into the freezer and grabbed the tub of vanilla ice cream. The microwave beeped. I pulled the hot pastry from the microwave and scooped ice cream into my bowl. The taste of the hot and cold perfectly mixed, sending me into a euphoric state. Then my phone rang, ruining the moment.

Wiping my mouth, I left the bowl on the counter and walked over to my phone on the living room chair. It was Syd. “Hey babe, are you still coming over for dinner?” she texted.

“Yeah, honey, I’m just going to enjoy my dessert, then I’ll head over.” I texted while walking over to my bedroom.

I slipped into my favorite alpaca onesie, grabbed my bowl from the kitchen, and sank into my favorite chair where I could enjoy the perfect view of the city. Sweet treats and people watching, my two favorite things in the world. It was also the perfect way to charge my batteries before I have to be social tonight.

Down in the city below, it was a slow afternoon. There were some couples holding hands as they strolled down the street. There were people waving their hands frantically trying to flag down a taxi; others were looking at their phones while they walked. The phone zombies effortlessly dodged whatever spawned in front of them, whether it was another person, a biker, even the Mormons handing out pamphlets.

My gaze moved to the barbershop window. Through the glass, I watched a customer in the barber's chair smiling widely as he admired the other barbers giving perfect haircuts to their clients. Meanwhile, his own barber was butchering his hair behind him—it was the worst haircut I'd ever seen. The poor guy had no idea what was happening to his own head.

His barber put down his razor, clapped his hands triumphantly, and spun the customer around to face the mirror. The moment the man saw his reflection, his smile melted, leaving an expression of pure horror. I had no idea what haircut he'd asked for, but I was certain it wasn't the bowl cut staring back at him.

From the corner of my eye, I saw the rooftop stairwell door violently swing open from the building directly in front of me. Two identical men emerged from the stairwell door. The twins wore dark suits and black ties with white shirts stained by blood spatters from the victim they carried across the rooftop. They dragged a man with a blood-soaked shirt and bruises of different colors covering his swollen face.

Two additional men followed behind them. One man wore the same outfit as the twins dragging the beaten man. The other man was in a suit like the others, but he had a black shirt and white tie to distinguish himself from the others. The man took off his jacket and gave it to the underling behind him. With his jacket off, it revealed his gun holster, silver pistol on one side and a spare magazine on the other. He glared forward while taking off his cufflinks and rolled his sleeves.

When the twins stopped in the middle of the roof, turning the bloody man to face their boss behind him. The beaten man's unswollen eye widened. He started kicking and screaming as the man with the white tie approached him, cracking his knuckles.

The boss pulled brass knuckles from his pocket, slipped them on, grabbed the propped-up victim by the shirt and punched the man in front of him repeatedly. The man in the white tie held the same stoic expression as he continuously struck the man in front of him.

Finally, the leader stared down at his victim being held up by the twins. I watched as the mafia boss began speaking to the bloodied prisoner. Despite his injuries, the captive looked up at the man with the white tie and spat blood directly in his face. The underling behind him stepped forward in rage, but their leader raised a hand to stop him. The kingpin took his pocket square out of his shirt and wiped the blood off his face.

The boss tucked the pocket square back into his shirt, then pulled the gleaming silver pistol out of its holster. He said a few words and shook his head as he screwed on the silencer. The boss put the barrel on the man’s forehead, continuing to speak. When he finished, he squeezed the trigger, killing their captive. Okay, I did not expect to see all of that. Of all days, why would you murder someone on Christmas Eve?

My phone rang. Syd was calling.

Putting the phone to my face, I said, "Hey this isn’t a good time to talk…something absolutely insane just happened.”

“Are you people-watching in front of your window while you eat a cinnamon roll again? I told you that is really weird, and someone is going to complain one of these days. Anyway, I’m just calling to find out when you're coming over…” Syd paused. “Is everything okay? Your breathing kind of heavy. "

Their leader and his underling stared directly at me now. Rage turned his face red as he pointed in my direction, screaming at his subordinate. As I stood there looking out my window with a phone pressed to my ear and one hand on the top of my head. They must have thought I was calling the police. Their leader began screaming at both twins as they stuffed a dead body into a black bag, then all of them looked up at me and bolted toward a staircase. "Fuck, I gotta go! The mob is after me!"

"Whaa.." Syd was saying as I cut the call and raced to the door. I knocked over the tray table holding my beautiful dessert. Looking back, I saw it scattered across the ground. I could feel a single tear fall from my eye.

Wiping the tear away, I grabbed my wallet and keys and then ran towards the door. Putting my Crocs in sport mode, I left my condo.

I took the stairs because the elevator would have taken too long. When I busted out onto the street, I waved my hand frantically to grab the attention of any nearby cabs. Thankfully, a savior noticed, and he pulled his car right in front of me.

From behind me, I heard shouts in a language I couldn't make out. Turning around, I saw the twins on the rooftop. I quickly ducked into the car. “Screaming start driving, please!” I screamed. The driver looked back at me with.an eyebrow raised, but he complied and started driving.