Whistle While You Work

Tired, Kami sank into the blue chair. She should be getting ready to be on stage, not regretting her life choices.

Tears fell onto the faded carpet and she looked at the lava lamp clock sitting on her dressing room table.

Tacky. All of it. So damn tacky, she thought.

Though, this was no revelation. She knew this gig was freaky when she took it.

She pulled on her Snow White wig and began to paint her face.

I was just supposed to do my lil’ strip tease. No one told me them nekkid dwarves would jog on stage too.