The wistful feeling as I typed into the conversation box what I wanted, what I truly desired. The pink text building and the short phrases stacked one on top of another, creating quite a formidable list.
I was crushed that he would never exist.
The fake rose that is twined around my lamp is staring to fade, the edges are starting to fray from its age. There are things that get better with age, like cheese and wine, but fake roses are really not one of them. I wonder when it’s all faded, if it counts as dying…
On the top of my computer, I have a pair of glasses that reflect the light just barely, and a ring that shines beautifully from the bits of lamplight it receives. Silver ring with two crystal “leaves” and stripes on the stems of my glasses
Pink tissue box with a strange ribbed pattern on one side sits on my table. I lean over and I notice the other side that has a sparse swirl-y pattern. I cannot decide which one I like more.
The scarf that I purchased perhaps a week ago lies in a clump on my messy desk. Its twists and turns are not so noticeable when it’s all grouped together like that. The silver thread catches the light (it seems that I like shiny things) and makes it seem semi-magical. I rather like pink.
I have a stapler in front of me. It is brown and tan, a rather boring combination. But it is a trusty old stapler that remains on my desk pointed toward the window with its “mouth” open, as if waiting to catch something that’s outside.
The little orange rectangular tab in the middle of my computer screen flashes, letting me know that another one of my friends has imparted a little nugget of wisdom upon me. Either that, or they’re just telling me hi.
Which can be viewed as wisdom all on its own, I suppose.
Life ticks by slowly.
I will make cornbread.
lots of these details are very unmundane-ifying. which is awesome! love the stapler one--nomnomnom. :)
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