The Crime of It


She sits up. Rubs her eyes. Looking around half-dazed she stares at the clock. Her woman in blackinsides shiver as she realized that what just happened was wrong. What would they say? What would he think?

How could she undo this? How could she take back the hours? Would people shun her when they saw her on the streets? Would people jeer and run a way from her? The sinner, the bad lady.

Mamas turning their children’s  heads a way, not wanting to corrupt their young minds. Her reputation was now ruined. What people  had once thought would be quickly stricken from their minds.

Mindlessly wandering through out the rooms, trying to take in what had just happened, stumbling into the wall as she made her way to the bathroom. Splashing icy-cold water on her face. Hoping to see a different view staring back at her.

Brushing some powder on pale cheeks. Smacking lips after applying color to the lips. Running fingers through her hair. What would people say when they saw the tasselled hair woman in mirrorin such an early part of the day?

She buried her face in her hands. She wanted to weep but the tears would not fall. Placing her hand on the mirror, trying to connect to another soul who would applaud what had just happened. Her hand only feeling cold glass. No warmth able to saturate her sweaty pores.

Flipping the light off making her way back to the couch she plopped down and again felt her heat inside the blanket. Taking her glasses off and lying them on the chair beside her she made the ultimate decision to get ten more minutes.

She didn’t care what anyone thought. She was greedy and took her life into her own hands. She had laid down three hours earlier. She had been exhausted and just wanted to rest. But she fell asleep and never woke up for three hours.

Gosh friends, I feel much better now. I feel renewed, refreshed and ready to tackle the world. Friday the 13th slid by my door today. Nothing bad happened, in fact something good happened. I napped because I was tired. It did me good.

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