Friday, October 29, 2004

She's Not Homeless; She Just Acts That Way

She ambles across the room aimlessly, like she's looking for something, but doesn't know what.

In her arms, she clutches a box of cake mix, a plastic beaded necklace, a foam picnic plate, a new shirt tags-and-all still on its hanger.

The cargo is carried close to her person, as if to send the message to any potential raiders that the treasure is HERS. Do not attempt to remove anything from her arms, lest you suffer the wrath of She Who Owns.

The cries of "MINE!" and "I NEED this!" are exclaimed intermittently as she looks upon the pieces in her collection, huddled close to her heart, brow furrowed with concern of raiders.

As she moves from room to room, some items are set down, intentionally just for a moment, in order to allow the admittance of a new item to the collection. Sadly, the unattended items are almost immediately forgotten, and she wanders off without them, focusing on the new addition to her bounty. Her armload gallery is a constantly revolving exhibition. Accidentally discarded bits of her menagerie trail around the house like a bread crumb path leading out of the woods.

This goes on and on throughout the day. As she succumbs to slumber, her collection piled about her (mustn't let anyone take the Precious!), her little rainbow dreams are interrupted as her subconcious mind prompts: "heyyyy...what happened to that little wooden box I had this morning?..."

"MOMMMMMMMMYYYYYY!!! MY BOX! MY BOX!! I NEED MY BOOOOOOXXXXXX!"

All she really needs is a shopping cart and a dirty street.

2 Comments:

At October 29, 2004 at 8:30 PM, Blogger maria said...

Loved this post, very well written, very clever :o)

 
At October 30, 2004 at 11:36 AM, Blogger Jenny said...

Okay, our kids could totally party. I have hoarders/collectors too. Hee! Great post.

 

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