The Noise_Messy Sheets_No tea to drink_Uncovering
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The Noise
The Noise Julie gazed in the mirror at the bags under her eyes. It looked as though she’d age ten years since she moved into a tiny downtown apartment. She referred to downtown as the forbidden city. There was never a moment of silence. She listened to the cars go by after she washed her face. Someone was always going somewhere or arriving. Julie thought of all the other laces she’d rather be, but she didn’t have the money to move. Maybe she could save up enough money to stay at a cabin at the mountains. One night of silence would bring a relief she hadn’t had since she moved. During her mo...
Messy Sheets
She picked up the call and lovingly answered just to be met by a bellowing angry voice on the other side, “you messed up!!". What? She asked in shock, raking her mind to what she might have messed. She hadn't entered into an unwarranted business deal, her baby was excellent in school, she wasn't having an affair and finally had landed a house girl who could cook literally everything. She thought that her daughter might have messed some of his business papers and began to apologize for it which agitated Mark more. No! You messed the sheets! I? I never touch those sheets of paper, she interjecte...
No tea to drink
I end the call with my mom, after apprising her of the latest turn of events. Covering my face with my palms, I try to calm myself down. I knew this was going to happen. I warned her. I fought with her. Tried to put some sense into her. But of course my mom didn’t believe me. I told her it looked suspicious. How could someone be so sweet, so kind when their eyes were pools of icy coldness that sent chills down my spine? She said I was envious of my elder sister, that I was looking too much into trivial things. Instructed me not to interfere in her daughter’s life. What shwww.onedoor.cce forgot was that I, t...
Uncovering
It's almost fitting that I find myself walking up this never-ending staircase. The steps lead to nowhere. The walls turn into a muted grey as I continue to climb."The room of mirrors", is what I have been told to seek out. That is the only way that I can be pulled into the universe that was once mine. I somehow am walking amongst the place in between, the place of unfamiliarity that pricks the nerves in my brain. This whole process gives me a headache.Ascending the peak of the stairs is not as demanding as it presents itself to be. At the top I find myself opening the freshly cleaned door hand...