The Domiciles Project

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Every morning she awoke with the feeling of dread residing in the depths of her stomach from the night before. She would lie there with her eyes melted shut, begging, pleading, for her consciousness to subside. As the beams of the unforgiving sun shone through her window she sighed with grief. She hated mornings. She hated the idea of rising and actually providing the strength of getting dressed. And as she dragged her lifeless body down the hall she would curse herself for not going to bed earlier and instead staying awake talking to an imaginary entity whom she was still unsure was even there. Every now and then she would find herself in the kitchen leaning over the sink staring off into the dim lighted courtyard she has always longed for as a child. Growing up she never thought she would be living exactly how she hoped and dreamed of. But yet, she still seemed to be expecting more from life. As if she actually deserved the best and only the best; and which in this life, she has not yet received. And as she consoles herself once again she steps out into the blinding light of the vast green landscape that ran alongside the house creating a barrier that her and only her could love. In a single motion she skipped onto the path created by isolated stepping stones with edges as broken as herself. With each graceful step she found herself becoming weightless tilting slightly as she catches her balance closing her eyes gently landing on the soft grass that has called to her since she has emerged from the door. Rolling to her side she looks off into the distance searching for something to catch her attention. She felt as if she was isolated from the world, maybe even herself. She always seemed to try to keep her mind preoccupied to sway away from reality. And as she laid there she felt her chest sink from within her. Reaching out in front of her she grips onto the grass pulling it from its roots as she gasps for air. And as she lets out her final breath she opens her eyes to the heavens calling out to whomever might hear her.

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