Runaway

I just got out of the shower. It's all part of my daily ritual. Half an hour before work, I take a shower. Then I get dressed. Then I pack something to eat. Then I get in my car.

Today in the shower, just now...I thought about running away instead. I made up my mind to do it. The water was stiff hot, and I started shampooing.

"Yep. I'm really going to do it. Just get in my car and drive...never looking back."

Then I got to the conditioner, the water starting to turn colder (but not quite cold). At this point I was envisioning myself on a beach somewhere...my car stalled out somewhere a hundred miles behind me. I could nearly feel the sand on my toes, and the breeze in my hair.

Then the water turned cold. I mean, all the way cold. It was okay though, all the conditioner was out...all the soap was off my body. I stepped out, still confident that I was getting the hell out of here.

I think I was about half-way dried off when I realized I wasn't going anywhere (but work that is). By the time I emerged from my little bathroom it dawned on me that I'm stuck.

And so are you.