Her good intentions weren’t paving any roads…
Posted on | March 28, 2010 | Comments Off
The fresh high thread count cotton sheets felt cool against her skin as she climbed back into bed after she showered. Her hair was in jeopardy of drying in an unruly manner but there was no time for a hairdryer. She simply wanted to get back to her book. Although she had hoped to actually get “out” today, she found herself lost in another world. It was her escape and was bordering on addiction. Nothing new with her. And as soon as that book was finished, she selected another. A complete change of pace from the previous, but every book was a learning experience and a new journey and quite frankly kept her mind off the things she probably should have been thinking about but didn’t want to. Oh denial…she was so good at that.
She felt lost. She felt like something was missing. She knew it was supposedly within herself. But this search wasn’t like looking for lost keys in your apartment. She still had no idea where to begin looking.
She stuck her nose back in her book after a few minutes of feeling sorry for herself…