Just Another Day
She takes a step back and aligns her outfit.
The thought of it has taken quite the life out of her.
The design of his mind has made her uncomfortable in her own skin.
Back to the office.
A sudden conscious appearance—a thought of his future.
Whatever he had is gone.
Get in the car.
Only a passing guilty conscience. He’s not someone’s friend.
Just someone with nothing to live for.
Calmly start the engine.
“Keep it up,” she says.
Someday. The sun will come.
It will rise only for you.
For your eyes only.
Reds, oranges, violets, yellows; all mixed in your eyes.
A chemical reaction. A recognition of a reaction of gasses.
Taste the air.
A passing glance at light.
Just another day.