RDP Wednesday: Dangerous
My study is full of bright sunshine
the cool air smells like apples and freshly cut grass
my desk is a happy jumble of books by Dickens, wind up toys with metal keys
my laptop and just enough room for a snack, my cat
important things like that.
My guitar stands in the corner
my curtains are never closed, the door is always opened
my favorite chair as Goldilocks would say, feels just right
there’s a floor lamp near the heater that hasn’t been plugged in for years,
I just like the dancing elephants stenciled unevenly on the soft gray shade.
My study is a friendly place
I have pictures of cats and dogs and butterfly yo-yo’s
hanging on my light green walls
I even have a bulletin board that I turned into a dart board
and I have an old Nintendo system so I can play Donkey Kong when I’m bored.
But when I sit down
and I start to work, the door slams shut
the dogs on the walls grow jagged fangs, my desk turns into a maze littered with
broken bits of reality and from the hall I can hear my family say:
” Shhh, she’s writing. You know how she gets when she is writing.”