Filed under: The Archived Life
I was sitting in a pile of goo, surrounded by the feeling of decrepitude. A dark room lit by the half-moon–I could only make out the edges of the odd-shaped furniture sitting all around me. Where is the familiarity? What is this I am sitting in? I tried to lift my left leg only to find it paralyzed with fear. My elbows are bleeding. This room is bleeding. I have been alone all this time.
The radio alarm went off blaring ‘Sweet Child of Mine’ and pierced her eyes awake. Headache. The taste of stale vodka and Cheezit crumbs at the fold of the lips. She hit the snooze button and slid off the steel bunk-bed. The bag was located under the far-eastern corner of her bed, behind the basketball. She got on her knees and with her pale lanky arms she reached out in search of the black leather bag. After 5 minutes of collecting dust her fingers finally latched onto the ragged handles of her purse. “!” Her life savings was ready to take her on an adventure. Where to? Her feet prickled from falling asleep – unbending her knees she stood up and walked out, leaving the door open for her past to follow.
