Lodging Services

A poem

The linoleum floor and a wet towel were having a gossip when she skimmed over the room, they sneered as a debutante would at a commoner the watching eyes of the walls mocked her with scuffs from yesterday- the Mrs. Grundy of this house had been waiting for her to get moving the curtains tapped her shoulders to show the stains of Sunday, from two weeks ago, they pointed a finger to the soiled windows which rattled for her attention the sheets on the bed sprawled lazily from the binge-watch of yester-eve, they could not be bothered to straighten their evening wear in her company Wary of the expectations from entrenched medieval idiosyncrasies, she felt akin to providing lodging services, and, resigned to it with nary a hope, she heaved her sleeves up, to tidy her home before rushing to work ©M.D.B.

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