this morning #1967.

this morning, she departed her apartment feeling tired & wired. wishing she could push her commitments aside & spend the entire day inside. if anyone tried her, she was ready to fight although she knew that fighting wouldn’t be right. had it in her but hoped that things wouldn’t really play out that way. early morning anger. hardly ever rational. often reactional in a regrettable fashion. she almost made it all the way to work without encountering a bit of friction but then it happened. an unsolicited whistle from a man she’d just passed. an unintelligible comment about her ass that led to her spinning around & taking two stomps toward him. the only thing that kept her from stomping any closer was the evil look in his eye.