Grab a thong from the drawer. Not that one. Too frilly, too invasive. Jeans, pants, or leggings? Leggings. Can’t do yoga in jeans. Exhale. Raise your butt an inch off the ground. Squeeze all your muscles. Especially the glutes. Press down into your left foot. Squeeze the thighs. Lift your right left. Keep your thigh…
My words scream my concerns, my schedule echoes them, all while my voice expresses the betrayal. Still you respond with “cool,” “nice,” and “just do it.” As if any of this is that simple to me.
I probably could have done a lot more, she thought to herself as she continued to do nothing.
Do more with your life or with your night, she questioned herself.
That is a great question, she replied as she scratched behind her right earlobe with the edge of her nail.