Desiree: "What are you doing tonight?"
Me: "Cleaning… I have to do the dusting and the vacuuming – you know, all those things you think the fairies do when you arent home…"
I come home from work. I open the door and kick away a pile of shoes. In my bedroom are more shoes. I open my hall closet to put my things away but all I can see are shoes. On my balcony are a pair of fuzzy pink slippers that say DIVA, laying under my hammock. By my bed is another pair of slippers, hand knit by grampa. She has shoes in her car. She’s storing shoes at mom and dads. I try to ignore them but they’re everywhere. Sometimes it feels like they’re in my face constantly, shoes hanging from my ceiling, in my bathtub, under my pillow, in my soup bowl… they haunt me. Why are her feet so big?
I’m on a date. I’ve cooked a nice dinner and laid out appetizers. The table is set, the apartment clean, the mood perfect. We’ve barely seen each other for 2 weeks. He takes my hand across the table and thanks me for dinner, says it looks great. I smile as he kisses my hand and say, "tha -"….
"What?!" Yells Desiree from 10 feet away where she is checking her email on the computer. "Why are people SO stuuuupid! Seriously, like how dumb…." Desiree stops ranting as we glare at her from the table, our date interrupted…
Why doesnt she understand that saying "pretend I’m not here" isnt quite the same as her NOT being there…
Its early in the morning. I get ready for work and peek my head into the livingroom. ‘Good, she’s still sleeping!‘ I think, as I tiptoe quietly to the door and let myself out. I dont want her to catch me wearing her clothes again… I do that a lot 😉