this morning #2310.

this morning, she was skipping down the lane like a character out of a classic cartoon. whistling “pop goes the weasel” whilst she floated along, her pigtails bouncing off her shoulders. her affect was infectious. to complete the cliche cartoon image, she wore a schoolgirl outfit. by choice. not because she was trying to catch the eyes of boys either. f that. she didn’t believe in peacocking. had many times in the past but not anymore. now every action she takes is in the service of her best interest. hers alone. didn’t know if things were going to stay this way for long but for now, she was skipping down the lane. whistling a tune. doing her own thing. refusing judgment. loving it & feeling super cool at all times. decidedly a highly animated woman with nothing to lose.