nonsense

I sat down on the wood floor in the hallway, the two closet doors open at my sides.
It was gray outside.

I watched Rosie.

She was waiting at the front door.
Itching to leave.

Like always.

She is always itching to leave home.

She kept on looking at her shoes.

Jasmine jumped over me every time she was running through the hallway.

The light was blue and gray and shadowy.
It made my house feel different.
But I liked it.

Rosie left.

I watched her leave.

I ran and got my book from downstairs.
It was Journey.

The words were sweet.
My legs were out on the floor, and my back leaning against the wall,
with the house around me.

I finished it.

Now I'm drinking tea.

And thinking about working at a spice store.