April 11, 2013
She turned down the quilt from her hot body, shedding the waves of searing energy from the sweaty skin of her stomach, upper thighs, chest and neck. The intensity of cold air whirling across the bare flesh felt so cool and welcoming. It was the churning cool dark of the night that forced her eyes open to gasp in wonder at the time. Hardly the hour to arise out of bed and dress for the day. The bleak line of light that crept in from beneath and around the window’s edge glared from the other side of the vast room. Another week has flown by, hiding from admittedly numerous insufficient attempts at gainful productivity and thwarted necessary income. A lurch in her gut made her consider the next few weeks of familiar hunger and the hardened companionship resembling disappointment.
Where will this one more tiresome day if introspection take her? What can she shift and accept that was missed the first contrary time around? Who will swoop down and rescue her from her own poor decisions and disadvantaged choices? Where is the promise of turn of events that cantered with joy like the Groundhog that recognized his shadow on the unbearably long and endless white winter season? Relief and the initial excitement of personal assessment alludes her in the growing light of the day.
Receding darkness licked her daring thoughts of whizzing away from the city lights in her vehicle, the big lumbering and expectant dog in tow. The candor of attempted escape and unauthorized consent brought a cast-off smile across her fuzzy teeth. Her participation is a necessary step to being a responsible grown-up. Counting her blessings should make it all acceptable. If only she could wear that like the heat of her soft tissue in the wee hours of the morning, in this moment, forever.
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