this morning #98.

this morning, if she got up by 7:30am, she’d have plenty of time to make it all work. since it was 10:11am, life wasn’t exactly looking up. all she could do was sprawl out on the dirty, grey carpet & bawl like a grieving widow. everything was ruined. it’s amazing how quickly the tables had turned. by her phone dying & her phone alarm therefore shutting off, she’d missed another meeting with her parole officer, whose last voicemail made it clear that it’d be his last. her mom used to say that when the world ends, it’ll be ok because no one will be there to notice. from the bedroom floor, she cried about how naive her mother was. the criminal justice system would surely take heed of her non-appearance.