The Revolution

My life like a broken record player, continues it's month long marathon of unemployment. Same thing day in and out. My activities, thoughts and words on repeat.

My room has turned into a cave. I dwell within it, hiding my face from the glorious sun as it seeps in through my windows. I'm ashamed of the monster I've become and so I keep my objects of affection close for comfort. I resist change with my teal scrubs and unkempt hair, tied loosely into a knot. Few people dare to enter my lair; afraid, perhaps, that I am contagious. Or maybe it is the pungent smell of incense and weed that turns them away. For it is that very same smell that lures me in and keeps me. Confining me to a body with legs too lazy to move and a brain that yearns for new information, weary eyes and heart divided.

But today, haunted by an old self, I feel anew. Waking up to opened blinds, the light burning the stagnation off my drooping eyelids I clearly find the path to the washroom, and then down the stairs to the kitchen. My feet no longer sleepy and stubborn, obeying my every whim. We will leave the lair today, I have decided. I am determined to transform myself from cave monster into girl, once again.