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Reading: Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, The Best American Travel Writing 2006 edited by Tim Cahill
Listening to: Edith Backlund's "Suburban Bliss", Philip LaRue's "Found", Rent soundtrack (2005)

The Days Pass By

The days pass as they always do. She will wake with the sound emanating from her alarm clock. It was one she had bought at a bargain store years before, at the urging of the pushy saleswoman. The clock still worked after all these years.

Occasionally she will wake before the alarm sounds. She will hear the birds outside her window and their incessant screeching will no longer allow her to stay in bed where she cannot escape the noise.

She eats because she must. Many things she does these days because she must. She enjoys little. She speaks when it is required. But this is becoming less and less of a requirement. People begin to avoid her - needing nothing from her, and so her days are spent mostly in silence. The world goes by without her. She feels this is acceptable.

The thoughts in her head, she believes, do not belong to her. For if she had her way she would be thinking nothing, nothing personal. It hurts too much. She is getting good at letting people believe she is simply a quiet soul, the art of smiling convincingly becoming her specialty.

She allows herself a moment every now and then to let herself believe things are different.

But it is, and only ever will be, a moment.


Reading: The Best American Travel Writing 2006 edited by Tim Cahill (various authors), Cecelia Ahern's Thanks For The Memories
Listening to: depressing songs