As I was waiting for him to click back over on the other line my eyes wandered around the room. They were fixated on a pile of clothes and I couldn't move my eyes from it. I wondered if I was like the pile of clothes, disoriented, dissarranged, but completely stuck. The cornucopia of the fabrics swirled in my mind as to create a vivid picture of my situation. Was I being used and disgarded like the clothes in the pile? Was I too, going to be forced to continue a cycle of wear and tear, wash and dry until I was so worn out or out of date I'd find myself in a thrift store bin.
By the time I was to brush my teeth, I was stupid with the drunkness of sleepiness. I was only a few toothbrush strokes away from laying in a bed and drifting into a reality in my mind. As the toothpaste smeared on the brush I couldn't help but think that my sleep was going to be troubled. It wasn't going to be a peaceful slumber, it was going to be a chaotic sleep in which my mind would process the thoughts I shoved back in my head. But it would be sleep nonetheless. I thought of him, and his words while the brush went back and forth in my mouth. As I spit out the water I used to rinse my mouth clean, I thought if I should spit him out too. As I wrapped myself in a blanket I was thinking of him wrapping his arms around me. I fell asleep with a smile and a broken heart.
Yes I did write this, don't steal it please. It's my own thoughts and perceptions not yours. Read and enjoy. |
