Waking up, how was Sally suppose to close her eyes and except that the past thirty years of her life were just a dream. She felt every touch, ate the food, which makes her slightly over weight, she slept and met characters beyond her wildest dreams. She couldn’t have been dreaming, that she believed just couldn’t be possible.
Looking at her self in the mirror she asked, “What happened to me?”
Tears flowing around her cheeks, the image in the mirror just wouldn’t speak, in stead it kept standing there staring at her like a beaten dog waiting to be fed. Sniffing in what escapes from her nose, she just couldn’t understand how she became the image in the mirror.
“Look at me I’m fat, over grown and lifeless.” She whispered those words, whipping tears of her face. She had no one to call family and the people at work can’t be called friends. They are the reason why she spends her days on the side walks looking for work. She can’t ever remember being loved like the way she was loved in her dreams. People it that Danville listened to her fears and obeyed their hopes making every day one that was worth living. She looks around her in her empty apartment building, picking up peaces of clothing scattered around she finds an old sandwich under her favorite top. It expired three weeks ago and being an egg, cheese and cold slop sandwich, it must have been the source to the great smell she had to live with. It was a mark of failure always present, but now she has removed it. This was progress; she had organized her whole apartment by her self, saving two hundred rand she would have spent at the cleaners. She didn’t have to borrow money from the man next door. He always insists that she keeps any change she finds on his table. This was always profitable for her, he left change when ever her simple drawers were empty.
“Today it stops.” She thought. Forgetting she was in the nood, she barged in next door like she always did after ten, when the man of the flat wasn’t home. They never spoke much and after seven years, she knows he can afford to buy a place of his own. As a lawyer he manages to pay for her bills, sometimes paying three months in advance. It was something that had to stop for her plan to work.
After she showered, she wrote on a piece of paper: “Get a job. Be free and happy.”
She stopped, thought for a while, scratched it out and replaced it with the words: Who am I kidding. Nobody hires dropouts.” Throwing that piece of paper away she pulled another piece of paper out. On this one she wrote: “Go see your father before he dies.” She immediately scratched it out before filling in the full stop. She replaced them with the words: “Grow up, he’ll never speak. He only shouts.” She turned this piece of paper around and there she tried again: “Give to get what you want.” She scratched it out and replaced it with the word: “What do I want?” She stared out the window. See the blue sky inspired her. She smiled happily, jumping up and down for joy, she had found her answer and returning back to her seat she wrote with unmixable pride: “Tomorrow is another day.”
