Room

"I need to get out of the room."

I told myself in my mind.

"Just put on your shoes, open the door, start walking."

But it's so tough. Why would I do it anyways?

Why would I put myself out in a wide wild world. Everyone is so busy.

What does it matter if I didn't?

No one would notice.

"Oh that person is missing from the 11:08am train. Is she ok?"

Nobody would think that.

I wouldn't think that, to be honest. If the lady in all animal prints were to disappear from the earth, I would not even give a damn.

But I need to get out of the room, I feel like.

It's more of an expectation. The sun rises and we leave our rooms to start the day. It's life.

Is it really though?

What if I just stayed in my blankets on my pillow wearing my earplugs and eye mask.

What if days just go by without anyone having to leave any room.

What if there were—gasp—no rooms?

We could be monkeys, jumping from one tree to another.

But at night we'd have to sleep on the trees so that other animals don't try to eat us.

But then some other animal can also climb trees. We'd have to appoint one of us to guard.

Also, can we still have fluffy blankets if we were monkeys. How would we invent them?

How would we produce them? Where do we get polyester? What about the cute kitty patterns?

Ten minutes passed as I thought about these.

Only ten. There are many more ten minutes left today.

But if I fill the 24 hours with ten minutes like this, it would be a whole day.

Ha I'm so smart.

I laugh out loud. The room agrees as it echoes my laughter.

Yes the echo. That's right. The room is so small that my voice echoes.

It's quite fascinating actually. Normally rooms don't echo.

Sigh. Now I'm hungry.

But there are Cheetos.

But they are cheese flavor.

I only like barbecue flavor.

But we must be grateful for what we have. The bread on the table every day.

Perhaps it'll take another ten minutes to finish the bag of Cheetos.

Only one way to find out.