A darkened hallway
Posted on | May 30, 2010 | Comments Off
She sat staring at the darkened hallway wishing it lead to somewhere exciting. She wondered how many other people were staring at this very moment at darkened hallways of their own, dreaming of another life. Perhaps they were dreaming of a life they had once known, or maybe they too were dreaming of a life full of new possibilities.
What she should be doing was cleaning not dreaming. The house was a mess. She thought about how she let things go…when she wasn’t really sure. She could use her injury as an excuse but before that it was when she was working so many hours or hmm…what was her excuse before that? There was always some reason for the clutter. The clutter was a mirror image of her brain. Stuff and more stuff all around. She liked stuff. She liked to shop. She liked things. Things to remind her of this and that. Things to make her feel better. Things that were possibilities waiting to happen. Things that would one day become other things if she would just take the time to transform them.
She needed to reduce the clutter. A lot of her mental clutter had been reduced with the addition of the scary pill. (It had become less scary the more she had taken it though she still felt like a zombie the better part of the morning.) It was hard for her to let go of things as she was very sentimental and so this was going to be a difficult task if and when she chose to undertake it. It needed to be done. So, she would have to find a way to separate herself from her emotions long enough to separate herself from some of these things that were cluttering her surroundings. (Before she was completely overtaken.)
She wished there was an easy out to this, a magic wand she could wave and everything would magically have a place (and be in it) when she was done *poof* and voila clean room. Hooray! But … alas … no such wand. No such easy way out. Perhaps some aliens would arrive and upon their arrival would engage in conversation and during said conversation would happen to share some technology that would make housecleaning and clutter organizing easy. Right. Wow. She was hoping for a lot. Like she’d have a conversation with an alien and they’d give her housekeeping tech over Red Rose tea. Fantastic. And she thought she wasn’t crazy.
She stared out into the darkened hallway, dreaming it was a different hallway, one that lead out into a different house, a nice clean, orderly house of her future and smiled. Some day. . .
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