Because Dreaming Costs Money, My Dear

When Someone Wants To Leave

Dolly's POV:

Tumbling out of bed and stumbling to the kitchen, a lovely woman of 19 years poured herself a cup of ambition. She yawned and stretched, trying to come alive. As she jumped in the shower, she felt her blood begin pumping. Out on the streets, she hears the traffic start jumping. Every car moving synchronously, carrying its passengers to work. Doing the same old duty it has done faithfully for as long as folks like Dolly could remember.

Dolly was a meticulous woman. She always looked pristine. Each morning over an hour was spent on her platinum hair, carefully placing each strand just right on her head. She was a woman that took pride in her appearance; you would too if you looked like her! However, this morning, she could all but stop ruminating over life. Working 9 to 5 each day? What a way to make a living, she thought to herself. As her gaze wandered around the one room apartment, she found herself realizing that, not only was she barely getting by, but that everything seemed to be all taking an no giving. Her bosses and supervisors just seemed to use her mind, but they never gave her credit.

She shook herself out of the trance. It was enough to drive anyone crazy if they let it! After all, how can she complain? This is how life is, was, and always will be. She learned all her life that capitalism was the greatest economic structure there could be, so who was she, an office secretary , to criticize it? She knew nothing, the government always had her best interest in mind anyway. No need to think too hard on a subject too complex for her understanding, right?

Still, 9 to 5, for service and devotion? Is it crazy for her to think she deserves a fair promotion? She wanted to move ahead, but her boss wouldn't seem to let her. Sometimes she even wonders if that man is out to get her. It was as though he let her dream just watch those dreams shatter. She was just a step on that boss man's latter. What he didn't count on, though, is that she had dreams that he could never take away.

Upon further rumination as she rode on into work, she realized that she was in the same boat as a lot of her friends. It was as though they were all waiting for the day their ship would come in. Perhaps the tide would turn and it would all roll them away.

And even despite these realizations, she found herself, once again, at her work. There she sat, from 9 to 5. They had her right where they wanted her. But she began to realize now, that there's a better life and everyone thinks about it — don't they? It's a rich man's game, no matter what they call it. She realizes she's spent her life putting money in His [He being a cumulative entity of all her past and current employers] wallet.

These epiphanies struck her one by one, and she began to wonder if anyone else had had those same thoughts before. No matter, though. Because, at least for now, she still needed to work to survive in the world she lived in. She decided to let the matter rest for a few days. Soon enough, someone unexpected would come into her life and remind her of radical thinkings.