THE RETROGRADE
HOPE
SilverMoonInuyoukai
She wondered where her life is going as she let go of the armful of dirty clothes to the floor. She stood up and powered her laptop, intending to put into words she was feeling. The afternoon was hellishly hot and the two year old cheap fan was doing its best to keep the heat at bay. If that machine breaks down she has no way of replacing it. God, I hope it doesn't break down, she thought as she fixes the curtain. The poor thing was getting all moldy and dirty from being hung outside because the neighbor's stupid dog doesn't stop barking every time it sees someone on the balconies of their neighboring apartment. The curtain shields her from his stupid vigilance.
As far as being territorial goes, the property wasn't even in his master's fence but off he goes like she's a burglar or something. She had a mind to throw chocolate at him and hope he gets poisoned. She doesn't, of course. It all stays in her head or on paper...the electronic one.
Her mind is still foggy by the long nap even as she yawns, her fingers still busy tapping words out. She has been doing that quite often these days, napping, that is and not enough tapping out words.
There was a post on the social page that for some people tiredness comes from having a tired soul. No amount of rest or sleep could fill up that empty cup in the core of their soul. That is what she feels. Heck, not even the 1,005 likes on her other social page could bring put a tiny smile from her lips. That page had been up and edited for a long time intending to get some business but after a few inquiries that at first excited her it all petered out to nothing. But she has a goal and her goal gives her hope.
That is all there is; hope.
And the laundry.