Confessions

 

This is a confession.

This is my confession.

I did not leave my bed today.

This is a confession.

This is my confession.

I did not leave my room today and I walked down the stairs to                                                        the basement to pick up some tools to prepare my bed. The stairs were broken so I           decided        to fix them on my way.

I picked some nails and a hammer. I wore the glove hanging there. Tak-Tak-Tak-Tak… I made a noise through my mouth imitating the hammer’s. I continued going up and down and up and downer..

My house doesn’t have a basement and I live in an apartment…

This is a confession. I always talk myself out of going to the basement, because climbing the stairs is a challenge for my immobile feet. I always go and I am back for now. They say ‘one step at a time’. What should I call this?

 

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