Amber Dear Diary
Copyright© 2023 by Linda Bare
07 August, Saturday
07 August, Saturday, A single drop of alcohol, like I’m suffering from a hangover. Laying here is nothing like I’m going through some horrible nightmares right now. Now I am living that dream for real, and I have no idea how to survive in the world of textiles.
I am scared to leave this apartment and am considering calling mom to tell her I am not ready to venture out of the house again nude. I looked out the kitchen window and saw clothes all over the place. My first reaction was to move away from the window, fear of being seen. Having mixed felt like the skin would burst into flames if touched by clothes. While scared to death of leaving the apartment nude.
Shit, I can see one of the maintenance guys in that golf cart approaching the dumpster. Clothes were scattered everywhere on the ground and hanging in the shrubbery. Knowing I didn’t make the mess, it was other people’s responsibility. I still felt I’m responsible and that I should go out there to clean up the mess.
I could build up the confidence to head out there. A maintenance golf cart showed up by the dumpsters. Before I could reconsider, I grabbed my keys and slipped the bungee cord around my wrist and out of the door.
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