I take a day off. Again, something I haven't done in a while. I work at a book store and my boss really likes me, so it was easy. So I took Monday off. I was happy to expend my week-end. I put my clothes in the washer. I take my sheets and one of the pillows. I put a hoodie, but don't bother to put pants on. I eat and go sit on the couch. My Laptop on my knees, Netflix on and a bowl of soup. That's what I call, one of the best thing ever.
The end of the movie. The pillow is still in my arms and the sheets are all over. I let that sit for bit. I sink in my head. I think about all I have to do and not do. I decide not to do it. I won't call Teddy to ask him why he sent me that text. I wasn't going to do it anyway, but I just thought, if I say it, it'll make it real. It would be clear. I get up and wander in front of the window, my legs uncovered. Again, I couldn't do that when I was with Teddy. I touch the lace of my underwear. Then my uncovered breasts under my hoodie. I bought lingerie, not long ago.
I take off my hoodie while walking to my room. I put a lace bra on and I look in the mirror. I put some red nail polish. I put some black eyeliner under my eye and some red lipstick. I cover my shoulders with a black lace kimono, that ties in the front. I wander in front of my window again.
I get out my old polaroid and put a timer on it. On a couple of books it's the perfect angle. My back against the window. Looking on the right. Lost in thoughts. That's what I'll call this picture. I get my polaroid back and look at the picture. I look outside. No familiar faces. That's good.
I sit on the bathroom counter looking outside, wondering what I'll do with my day. Besides walking around in black lace lingerie. I put a chill mix of music and pour myself a glass of kombucha. Again, I don't like alcohol. So it's my favorite drink. In a martini glass of course.
At last, I dance, my hands in the air. Light like the wind. My kimono flying as I move. Suddenly, the rain. November rain. Most people wouldn't be happy to see rain. I am. I grew up watching it. Rain is a new beginning. Just like me. It washes everything away. Rain means plants are happy. So it gives hope.
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