Red's Wrap
Happiness. It's relative.
Words in a Scrapbook
There’s nothing the matter
I’ll be fine tomorrow
Nothing can be done
This is just the way things are
I’m going to go lie down
I’ll nap for a little while
Would you turn out the light
And close the bedroom door
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There’s a rhythm to this that made me go back and check for rhymes. I also like the dismissal at the end. The narrator doesn’t even have the energy to shut her own door.
Nicely done!
I love how your whole post is the answer.
Fantastic response to the ultimate question. I like how straightforwardly you answered it, but with such a sense of wistfulness and shutting down. Lovely job.
I’ve felt like this before. Sometimes turning inward, for me, helps. I liked the feel and flownof this a lot!
A sad journey of decline. This was moving.
I’m intrigued! Just the right amount of mystery. Nice write!