Chapter 25
The clock is ticking in my left ear while sappy music breezes by my right. My skin looks more green than usual under the light from a dusty bulb hanging above my wobbly kitchen table. This has subtly become the main setting for my life.
10/19/05 9:00 AM
Books are stridden all over the kitchen table. She sits with a book in hand and blankly stares at the empty wall. The pen in her right hand taps along with the beat of the second hand on the large clock hanging above the table. The same slow song repeats in the background.
10/19/05 1:00 PM
Books are stridden all over the kitchen table. She highlights several words and then jots down scribble onto her notebook. The light from her cell phone blinks causing a distraction. She looks at the phone and then turns it off and sighs. Again her eyes find a favorite spot on the wall.
10/19/05 4:00 PM
The clock is ticking away. She glances up and then with a look of panic jumps to her feet. She quickly scrapes all papers into a bag and runs out the door.
10/19/05 10:15 PM
Slowly she walks through the back door. Without turning, she pushed the door with just enough effort to hear it softly click into the latch. She transfers the papers from her bag back onto the table. Standing over them she lets out a dramatic sigh. For a few minutes she just stands there as if deciding what to do next. Walking into another room, she turns up the same sappy song from before and falls backward onto a neatly made bed.
10/19/05 9:00 AM
Books are stridden all over the kitchen table. She sits with a book in hand and blankly stares at the empty wall. The pen in her right hand taps along with the beat of the second hand on the large clock hanging above the table. The same slow song repeats in the background.
10/19/05 1:00 PM
Books are stridden all over the kitchen table. She highlights several words and then jots down scribble onto her notebook. The light from her cell phone blinks causing a distraction. She looks at the phone and then turns it off and sighs. Again her eyes find a favorite spot on the wall.
10/19/05 4:00 PM
The clock is ticking away. She glances up and then with a look of panic jumps to her feet. She quickly scrapes all papers into a bag and runs out the door.
10/19/05 10:15 PM
Slowly she walks through the back door. Without turning, she pushed the door with just enough effort to hear it softly click into the latch. She transfers the papers from her bag back onto the table. Standing over them she lets out a dramatic sigh. For a few minutes she just stands there as if deciding what to do next. Walking into another room, she turns up the same sappy song from before and falls backward onto a neatly made bed.
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