The Real World
There's a weird sensation in the pit of her stomach when she wakes up. She can't place what it is and it doesn't grow any clearer as she goes about her morning routine. Sylvia catches her staring off into space at breakfast time and asks, "are you all right?" to which she can only shrug.
She wets her lips with her tongue and then frowns. "Do you ever," she begins.
"Yes? Do I ever?"
"Do you ever feel like there's something more out there? Something more than...well, this?" She lets out a short laugh. "I probably sound balmy!"
She's caught off-guard when Sylvia's expression softens. Her mother never has been one for grasping at dreams and imagined fantasies. "Whatever the case may be," Sylvia says, "this here is the real world. This is the world you have to live in."
She frowns some more. "I know that. Of course. I've just felt...off this morning. Like there's something else I should be doing. Somewhere else I should be."
Sylvia lets out a sigh and leans against the kitchen sink. "Best not to dwell."
"But!" she starts.
"Donna."
The feeling remains strong and she knows it's not going to go away easily. Arguing with Sylvia will not help though so she lies. "I'm sure it's just a passing thing. It'll be gone soon enough."
fin.