this morning #2034.

this morning, though no one had explicitly asked him to do so, he started cleaning up the house. began in the kitchen. took out the trash & did the dishes. vacuumed up the rugs. used that puzzling puffy thing to take care of the layers of dust that’d gathered in every single room. washed all of the windows. inside & out. decided it was finally time to let the sun shine in. tried to address the perpetual tobacco stench by scattering scented candles throughout. took advantage of the last day that he had home alone. mom would get back around midnight & when she did, he wanted to ensure that she was returning to a purified space. a dream he’s been chasing. change. living amongst the clutter was driving them both crazy.