.

She puts on a pair of gray slacks.
Today a black cami will do.
A black, pin-stripe blouse snuggles her chest as she buttons it down.
Her feet slip into a pair of black heels.
And she's out the door with her purse in her hand.

Papers.
Phones ringing.
Keyboards singing in harmony.
Patience.
Keep your voice chirpy.

The co-workers love her as they chit-chat over lunch.

The next four hours fly by.
She hurries home to greet her with a smile.
A big hug and then a change of clothes.
They smell like mild sweat and food in the oven.
Off to another shift.

She walks through the door with adrenaline rushing through her veins as she clocks in.
Or is it dread?
The next five hours are non-stop on-the-feet, talking-over-other-voices, and hot plates in her hands.
At least there's ample change in her pocket.

Weeks go by and then....
Her bank account has been fed.

She smiles.
The shoes at the front door only belong to her and her.
The once empty room left open for another roommate is hers.
The food in the refrigerator? All made by her and bought by her.
No worries in bringing people over. They're her friends.
Old and new.
No more dreadful envelops filled with debt.
Just easy payments.
Easy peasy.
She's happy.
And so is she.
We can live like this.
We really can.



And that...is my fantasy at the moment.




{eSeul}