the reverberating sound of the alarm woke her. a failed attempt to reach the offending bit of technology. her body refused her explicit commands. sighing, her gaze slid over dingy curtains which did little to mask equally dingy sunlight.
her breathing was slow, labored, bored. the bed was uncomfortable, she wanted to move, to shower. to leave this place. this life.
“it’s just not going to happen is it?” she said with a sigh heavy with finality.
“fine, shower and get the hell outta dodge.” the bed creaked and protested as she maneuvered off the broken springs and mildewy mattress.
she stood in the middle of the shower, careful not to touch the eroding tile or slimy curtain. the trickle of water did nothing to alleviate the pain from a life of disappointments. the towels were dry, scratchy, and couldn’t cover her ass even on a “slim” day.
dripping she looked around the tiny room, her gaze stopped at the two smiling janitors standing behind the open room door. “well, the day just keeps looking up and up doesn’t it?”
she dressed in the closet and cursed triple a. packed her life away in the small canvas bag and stepped out into the bleached sunlight. tossing her still wet hair over her shoulder, she headed out to the nearest bus-stop. her exit accompanied by the tinny sound of a hotel alarm.
“fuck detroit and its inherent abilities to make a person question the sanity of the poor schmoes living there.”
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