this morning #309.

this morning, her emotional arc had quickly gone from bending under the pressure to finally flattening out. she let out a cartoonish sigh of relief & looked around her to make sure that it all wasn’t part of some shitty mtv prank show reboot. apparently this was actually real life & as jarring as snapping back into place had been, she hadn’t suffered any whiplash. she was grateful for this & as long as she could keep on the straight & narrow, it’d be smooth sailing from here on out. after months of waiting for her inheritance to arrive, it was now in her bank account. her car was safe. her house was safe. tonight she’d eat a face-sized steak & pair it with a large glass of mayacamas cabernet.