Grace

The mouse comes out from his hiding place in my closet. Scuttles along the baseboards, looking for a way out. I watch him from my desk as he sniffs the closed door, considers the rolled up yoga mat. When he hears me, he runs straight back into the closet and hides behind the a/c unit, a silent behemoth still biding its time. You wish you were more appalled. It's a beautiful, sunny morning, my running shoes are already tied, my inbox rattles with tickets to all manner of adventure, the best drugs in life are these. The ghosts yell and scream with all their might but when you stop to truly look at them, aren't they pitiful? I am not afraid of you, little monsters. It just took me a while to remember.