She had a feeling of growing relief and then a moment of terror when she thought about what she would do when the relief passed, as she knew it would. She was focusing on a band of sunlight on the wall but that couldn’t last forever. It would slide toward the doorway and disappear and then she would be worse off than before. Now she had a growing feeling of terror into which the relief that she still felt slid and dissolved. She went to the light switch and turned it off and on, off and on. It was a metaphor for her. She left it off so she could see the sunlight better and went to sit at the piano. She coughed picked out a few notes that she promised herself would be her theme music when they made a show of this disaster.
©2020 Ben Greenman / Stupid Ideas
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