Change (11/14)

     It had been a long day at work. Anything that could've broken down did, and more. Normal tasks that should've taken mere minutes exceeded half hours making the day wholly unproductive. The "maintenance" man only seemed to be making things worse, causing a domino effect of broken appliances. I slid the key into the lock imagining the way my feather comforter would envelope my body when I plopped down on my bed for at least twelve hours. I opened my door and walked in a zombie like state to my bedroom. Just before throwing my body down on my bed I realized that it had been replaced with a large pool table. My bedside table had been swapped for a gaudy Orange bean bag chair. I quickly back tracked into my living room, only then noticing my brown, suede sectional couch was no where in sight, but there as a clear half sphere chair hanging from the ceiling.. right next to a multi colored disco ball. At this point my temple were starting to throb, and the Orange bean bag chair was looking more and more appealing. Warily, I walked into my guest bedroom which turned out to be the worst. Animal print, everywhere. I didn't despise anything as much as I did animal print. It was creepy and it convinced people that it was acceptable to wear black and brown at the same time. Not to mention the fact that it was no different than walking around in a human skin jacket because it was appealing to your visual senses. The zebra rug in the center of my floor seemed to spin in my brain suddenly making my stomach turn. I ran to the bathroom to toss my cookies, and the neon green and orange walls proved to induce more projectile vomit. When I was finished, I rinsed out my mouth and placed a cool rag on my forehead. I went to my kitchen, opened my fridge- ignoring the elephant tusk handle- and pulled out a cup of applesauce then went to lay on that God awful bean bag. Before I fell asleep flashes of my mother played on the inside of my eyelids. Her wild, red hair acted as the agents that were squeezing my brain and soul at the same time. The tight coils of hair squeezed my head until my eyes felt they were going to pop out of my head. I know she'd done this to my house. I had never agreed with her eccentric ways, however amusing they may be. I hadn't giver her a key to my apartment, so I contemplated the ways as I fell asleep having a sneaking suspicion Id have to replace a window.