Wordle by Wordle: Day 33
Friday, Feb 2, 2024
Wordle #958 - CLEFT
Okay… now what?
My brain has apparently decided that compartmentalizing is the best course of action. And right now, it wants to focus on sprucing up my tiny apartment for Bree’s visit. Like Bree would notice or care that my unopened mail is taking up the kitchen table.
Still, I clear away the mail. I collect Chicken and Waffles’ strewn toys and put them back in their basket. I make my bed. For some reason.
I don’t know how much time has passed, but I suddenly wake up from some sort of fugue state, sitting, sunk into the cleft between the couch cushions. I’m petting Chicken, my hand stroking his soft orange fur on autopilot. My mind buzzes with low, endless static like an old television set with no signal, no picture at all.
Roy can’t be dead if I don’t think about him being dead.
More time must have gone by than I thought, because there’s a fluttery knock on my door that can only be Bree.
Again, I’m suddenly someplace else. At the door, my hand turning the doorknob, though I don’t remember my body taking me there.
Sure enough, it’s Bree.
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