One Day in the Life

One Day My Life

My name is Ella, but that doesn't really matter.

I wake up in the morning.

I shower.

I brush my teeth. No more toothpaste…
I comb my hair.

I cook and eat oatmeal. It’s warm.

I drive to work.

This is my morning routine.

I arrive at the store.

I put on my work shirt.

I sell products to customers.

My boss mentions sports.

Lunch.

I sell product.

I sell product.

I sell product.

Break.

Customer flow slows. It’s afternoon, not many come around this time of day.

I look around the nearly vacant store.

I am here alone. Just me and the boss. The boss is watching. I must not look restless.

Work is almost over.

Boss asks me to stay to help take inventory.

I can’t say no.

We count.
I count.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

This is my workday.

I drive home.

There is traffic.

I listen to the radio.

This song was just playing.

I think about my sister.

She is in college.

I talked to her last week.

She seemed happy.

I feel old.

She is young.

I am trapped.

I am trapped in this car.

I am trapped in my life.

This is my drive home.

I am home.

I do laundry.

I watch the clothes spin.

I watch the news.

The government is trying to pass a bill.

Someone died.

Amber alert.

A foreign nation in trouble.

Nothing new.

I watch a sitcom.

Everyone laughs.

Even me.

I make dinner.

It’s the same every night.

Chicken, rice, and salad.

This is my evening.

I get into bed.
I watch the flickering television.

I have no dream.

This is my day.