sixwords

deceived - by Kim

She kicks off her boots and peels sweaty socks from her feet, leaving them to dry into crunchy sculptures on the floor. She can’t seem to get a handle on the supposedly vital art of cleaning up after herself. Stepping over the discarded footwear and yesterday’s dishes, she thinks, “I’m sure it will be easier to clean up, someday, when I have children who need clean clothes and dishes…” She flops onto the laundry-laden couch and flips on the tv, humming softly to herself.