This was supposed to be relaxing.
Why do I feel depressed?
Why does every word feel like death?
I should just drown into these bubbles.
Drink up my sorrows.
Does anyone have a heart for borrow?
I searched the room looking for the light switch. You would think it would be right there. After about two minutes being wasted, I finally saw it.
Who decided to cover the light switch with the same kind of wallpaper? It was located where any other light switch should be. But it blended in causing me to over look it.
She finished using the toilet and washed her hands. I reached to turn the light off. She responded, “oh, you found the switch on the first try. Good for you.” “You know I’ve lived in this house for years and can never remember where the light is.”
Little do she know, it took me forever to find it but I pretended as if I knew exactly where it was.
Then I thought to myself, I thought she was blind?