I look around at the space I have created for myself after all these years and I wonder what’s wrong with me? I’m happy right? This space is entirely me from the worn countertops, the vase of flowers wilting on the table, the music humming from the radio to the old overweight cat sleeping on the lazy boy. It feels like me and yet it feels otherly somehow like the person before me. Maybe if I just sit here long enough I can think myself into it.
By Shari Marshall – 2019
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