Façade

Up to interpretation

I wake up in the morning.

I wave my hand in front of me

And I am still dreaming.

 

I get up to dress myself.

I put on my favorite outfit:

A sweater,

my skin,

and some fun socks.

 

I eat an easy breakfast �" I am tired.

I take another bite from a bowl

coated in dust and a crack I hadn’t seen before.

 

I drive to work for the day.

It’s a Saturday, but I’ll go anyways.

I find a spot in the crowded parking lot

and arrive to an empty building.

I sit to do some work.

 

On my way home, the sun is down.

I stop at a red light,

sharp and unsettling.

I am made uneasy.

 

I return home to a new face �"

something I hadn’t seen before.

I knock at the door and I am let in.

The face then asks me,

“Who are you?”

Author's Note

please be nice it is 1:30 am i am not editing this