The Awe-manac: A Daily Dose of Wonder

13 lines 13 syllables of Avoidance

 

1. Some mindless avoidance techniques ... here they are:
2. Looking up the ages of stars on IMDB.
3. Staring at the stratus cirrus outside my window.
4. Submerging my lips in soft cappuccino foam, mmmm.
5. Reading about how Mary Murphy survived abuse.
6. Googling the nutritional value of kiwi.
7. Carving carrots into hearts and stars for my salad.
8. Watching reruns of The Daily Show and 30 Rock.
9. Timing how long my cats will last sitting side by side.
10. Putting my head on a bird's body in Photoshop
11. Walking ten blocks to see if the orange hibiscus bloomed.
12. Just weirded out to see who stole my friends on Facebook
13. Writing 13 lines with 13 syllables each line.

Today's Writing.

Well, today's Aha-phrodisiac is Start with this unfinished sentence: "When I opened my dryer, I noticed another dimension."

In the spirit of the rebellious child, I didn't do that one. I wrote this:

HELP

The walls are touching my skin on each side. I can’t cross my legs. There’s not enough room.  It’s a very tiny closet and the bottom edge of a wool coat is hitting me just below my eyes. It’s irritating and ecru. Ecru is not my color.   I’m sitting on two shoes.  One’s a high heel. It is even more uncomfortable to sit on a high heel it is to wear it.  It’s under my left buttocks making my left hip higher than my right.  My back hurts. I think the other shoe has some sort of stiff bow on it that is imprinting my right butt. But I’m not sure because I can’t see. How’d I get here?

 

OH.                                                              

I remember now.  I wasn’t paying attention. I let myself get sucked into some outfit I really didn’t like. Some suit suckered me in. It doesn’t suit me.

I was fine in my work-out clothes, they were working out fine. They were comfortable.

I could go for a floral sundress.  In fact, I could go for something that I can actually see. This outfit is dark. And I’m sitting on a high heel. The wool is irritating. …… How’d I get here?

 

WAIT.

I forgot I can simply press on the walls and they’ll crumble, like chiffon.

I keep forgetting… about my power. I keep forgetting about my power.

 

Hey

The walls are gone. Now that there’s more space and SOME LIGHT, I can see what the choices are. They’re good. I’m takin’ this outfit OFF.  No clothes at all, I’m opting for no clothes at all .. with slippers. It’s simpler that way.   I think I’ll opt for a sun porch with a view of the sea. I think I’ll opt for oysters on the half shell, a light chardonnay, a vase of those lilies that smell like passion, … and wind chimes. I think I’ll opt this time.