‘I notice an impostor staring back at me from deep within the glass’
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My gaze is fixed on the coffee table.
I’m stuck here
and I’m not moving
this is where I stop.
Just me and the fine layer of dust that’s also comfortable here.
I notice an impostor staring back at me from deep within the glass
Who the hell are you?- I ask
They ignore me.
Disinterested, that’s how I’d describe them.
A timely blink forces me to refocus.
The face is gone and the dust is back.
That happened fast-I thought
I only wiped it the other day
A large speck of white catches my attention
It’s just sitting there, parked off on it’s own
making friends with the crooked glass corner
A toast crumb?
A butterfly wing?
My eyes are burning,
I close them.
and then I feel it.
A rapid accumulation of energy in my throat that wants to escape
It starts in my chest and explodes out the nearest exit-my mouth
This unwelcome yawn disturbs the edge of my stare
A tear escapes-I feel it on my cheek
“Wake up lady” My brain pleads
“NO WAY”-I reply
I dispense of the tear like a dirty old rag and re-position my solidified gaze to please myself
This time in the direction of the Kettle
Here Kettle, here little Kettle, kettle, kettle, kettle
I’m not getting up-I thought
Although I probably should
If only it would grow wings and fly to me
or sprout little robot legs and run
I’d kill for a cupppa
but my legs are chained to the couch
It’ll have to wait.
My burning eyes blink, and before I know what’s happening my head decides to lie down
I told it not to do that, but it didn’t listen
“It’s only for a minute” it reassures
I can see the ceiling now
round and round and round it goes
purring with every revolution
it’s arms are also dusty
the fan did NOT get cleaned last week I remembered, unlike the table
I’ll have to do it another day
I’m not moving.
My legs misbehave now and embark on making themselves comfortable.
-I should get up and do something useful.
They stretch themselves out like they own the place
‘The king has been overthrown’- I am no longer in control of the moment
They stretch their bones
they stretch their muscles
“but it’s only for a minute”-they inform me
“Ok. But just for a minute” I warn.
Round and round and round and round