The gritty haze stuck to the soles of my bare feet as I walk across the cool bathroom tile. I wipe my feet off with the towel on the floor and something in my mind begins to click.
"Sweep it up, sweep it up ,sweep it up!"
Determined to fight the urge to leave it be and just go to bed, I rush to the hall closet to fetch the broom.
sweep.......sweep.......sweep
Paloma Faith whispers in the distance as I realize I could be that person.
sweep.......sweep.......sweep
That guy that just gave up and let the kitty litter take over, let the dishes sit in the sink, left his laundry on the floor.
sweep.......sweep.......sweep
But why?
sweep.......sweep.......Huh
sweep.......sweep.......sweep
I guess sometimes I forget how so sad I can be.
sweep.......sweep.......sweep
sweep.......sweep................................................................sweep.
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