The early morning dew watches, as the young woman rushes to the start of a slow day
The fast click of her black, pointed heels, echoes amongst the cold, dead trees.
She scurries down the front, wooden steps, down the cracked sidewalk, towards her rusted, grey, little bug of a car.
She carries her keys, the jangle soft, like a tinkering sound, as she scrambles to find the button.
A loud
*click click*
Somehow, muffled, could be heard.
She opens the front passenger\'s door, and drops a small jean jacket, as well as a black, worn, leather briefcase. She slams the door shut.
Oh no....
She\'s forgotten her glasses.
She sighs, and swiftly walks to back up the sidewalk, losing her heel, as it gets stuck in one of the cracks, she bends down, and retrieves it. Heel in hand, she quickly -unevenly- goes up the steps. fumbles for her house keys and moves to open the door.
Her orange cat, leaps down from the couch to follow her, as she moves through the messy living room, a old, torn couch, piled with clean laundry, now covered in cat hair.
She goes down a narrow, carpeted hallway, to a bedroom, the door (already open) has a Harry Potter poster taped on it, her bed and floor, look the same.
Both strewn with papers, clothing, sketches, and books. She trips over a small tower of books and catches herself on her dresser.
She snatches the black, wire framed, circle lensed glasses. She turns in a huff, placing them on her face, and quickly exits the room.
Hopping on one foot, working her shoe back on, as she gets down the hallway.
She takes a brief moment to catch her breath, and her thoughts, before marching through the living room, and out the door.
Her cat sat on the crowded coffee table, watching her with feline eyes.
She storms down the steps after slamming the door abruptly shut, not even saying hello, nor goodbye to her pet. She turns and twists the keys to lock the door.
She yanks them aggressively from the lock, and angrily goes to her car. She walks around it and enters the driver side.
Shoving her keys in the ignition, and tossing her house ones into her glove compartment, buckling and shutting her door, she turns on the car.
Flipping on her wipers and scoffing, taking hold of the wheel, pressing down on the gas, and driving off.
Now, the sun has been rising, growing hotter, the dew drops slowly evaporate one by one. They sat silently, having seen all that has transpired. The plants upon her windowsills, having told all the drops in the front lawn, so this little occurrence could be recorded for your entertainment.
Adieu, fair reader and remember...the dew knows all.