this morning #1194.

this morning, i packed my suitcase with all of my belongings. actually, someone packed it for me & left it waiting by my bedroom door. i had some hand in the matter though. my prior actions essentially led to its packing. i noticed it the instant i opened my eyes. they must’ve slipped in while i slept. collected my things so there’d be no space for debate. it was time to move on. find someplace new to stay. they’d done all they could do for me for now. they weren’t throwing me out. they were setting me free. lighting a fire under me. the cliché flame had flickered out. i took a mental inventory of the possible places i could crash at. i knew who i had to turn to. i also knew it’d be one hell of a surprise.