this morning #167.

this morning, she had to step outside for a sec & get some fresh air. stroll around the suburban streets. check out the neighbors’ lawns. there was a suffocating stuffiness inside her orderly home & though she was quite happy with the way things had been going, a part of her had begun wanting to tear it all down. it was comforting to think about having the power to break through the comfort. it would be no easy task though. there were her six children to think of, not to mention her obligations to the church. leaving her husband would be simple. his gravitational pull was weak. she was the one everyone orbited around, the one who would one day send them all drifting off into space.