one lonely success

against a swirling cloud of regret and hesitance she remembers how the linoleum floor felt against her face–cold, unfamiliar, and dirty.

each of these was a welcome addition to a night of squalor, and for a moment, the ground felt like heaven.

the repeating patterns of the faux flooring was like a warm blanket. desperately, her mind tried to reconcile the squares and diamonds that she had overlooked for years.

at first glance they appeared three-dimensional, but with a second-glance, they were simply a pattern of the boring life that had become her norm.

tonight this was her refuge…
her tent on a warm summer evening.
her parents’ bed after a bad dream.
her emptiness at the end of a dialtone.

in the morning the dirt and grime of a bathroom floor would seem repulsive, but tonight they were all together allies…best friends and compadres in the war against the bullshit.

never take for granted your bathroom floor.

tonight mystery was happy to be with her new friend; she would let the morning deal with itself.