Put the Dragon Back

It's almost obscene. I cannot understand why she cannot remember to leave off dusting my room. I cannot stand the mismatched rearrangement of my life. The CDs stacked neatly, but haphazardly, their spines all helter skelter. How can she expect me to play my music if I can't find the right disc? And don't get me started on my knick knack shelf. The faerie maiden is next to the ogre when she should be in front of the winged warrior, and next to the hatchling dragon. and the laundry. T shirts folded with odd lines, as if they were trying to break free and be loose. I don't think she understands the craziness in my mind. Must organize, reorder and rearrange my life. Chaos cannot prevail.

Finally free. The wedding. The insane nail lady attaching claws with spaces on my short, neat nails. They will be hard to deal with, but all for the price of the biggest party of my life. Ivory raw silk, starchy but immobile, so I can be certain not to crease or mar my photos. But at the end of the night freedom.

Twenty one years and it's a disaster. I must have order. Shoes left under the coffee table, laundry on the chair. I must organize. Clean the closet, clean the dishes, pick up, pick up, put right back. Undo, redo and stack. It's a terrible disease when friends stop by. Don't move the remote or the bottle of wine, and please keep your fork directly in line. And please, put my dragon back.