Its pure bliss.
The excitement is in the air.
The door opens as the new smell hits my face.
The first step into a magnificent life.
The cat sleeps at the corner of the couch, unamused by any presence.
Interesting.The first sign.
From a far the lady figure appears to be cleaning the kitchen.
The closer I approach, the clearer the figure.
What eyes have deceived me?
It’s no lady, it’s a man in a pink flower nightgown.
Freak. The second sign.
The walk to my room.
Anticipation, Wonder fill the hallway.
The brown door creaks open, my eyes begin to water.
I look inside, my foot takes a first step.
I proclaim its beauty with eyes watering.
The longer I stand, the more my nose detects an odor.
Rotten eggs...backed up sewer…fried livers.
Odor causes watering eyes. The third sign.
Bang, Bang, Bang
It’s 3 a.m., no movement.
Disgruntled, Angry, Careless
“Are you there?”
No response.
“I need toilet paper.”
My head ponders the need versus the time.
“Get it your damn self”. Lazy.
Bang, Bang
It’s 5 a.m.
Pissed Off. The third sign.
I look in the bathroom mirror , the sticky note reads,
“I will NOT clean, but Jesus loves you.”
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