While I was listening to my lectures for the day, I tried to pull off the wax sealing on the tile floor. It was dirty and rubbing off in places... so I thought maybe if I could redo it, then this place would look a little better.
To be honest, I may have just been putting off painting the walls.
I was on my hands and knees, scrubbing with a toothbrush in the grout. Pretty soon I got fed up with it, ripping out my headphones and tossing the iPod onto the counter. I left the soap all over the floor, along with the toothbrush, pushing things out of my way while going to my room.
When I laid down, I put my fists into my eyes. I didn't want to keep cleaning floors. Not now.
When I got back up to finish, finally giving into the fact that it was only five and I shouldn't sleep yet, I saw the palm trees on the dresser.
I pulled it down and turned it to face the wall.
I didn't feel like looking at it anymore.
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60 Days of Salt and Sand
Short StoryBeing published September 10th! "She wasn't floating when I found her. She wasn't exactly sinking, either... Just still. Deadly still. At least, I thought she was dead. But then I felt a pulse. And that was enough to get me to fight for her.'
