An uneventful life up until now for this self isolated woman in her 40's. Adopted by a couple in their late 50's who have since passed, leaving her their estate, which wasn't a big transition since she had never left the property, even after becoming an adult, she never left. She is finding out that who she thought she was, is far from the truth.... When she discovers the Key to unlock the truth will she open that door or remain trapped walking a tight rope through insanity.
Chapter 1 An ordinary in her life
Waking up is easy, staying awake today will be her most difficult task.
Life with eyes open doesn't have much to offer if you ask her.
Struggling to keep up the day to day as she get's pulled deeper and deeper into obsessive thoughts on creating a plan to escape this one, consume her mind.
Today isn't the day to get lost in thoughts again.
The house need's cleaning, laundry is piling up and the amount of dog and cat hair creating visible piles on the floor is almost enough to make her open the door and let them be free!
Feeling guilty for thinking such a thing, she sweeps the floor, making several piles ... neat little piles, the same way she likes to organize her thoughts.
With the vacuum hose she sucks up all the piles to reduce the amount of dirt and dust from filling the air.
No vacuum is good enough for her, not enough suction. Bulky, stupid things.
In her mind there should be a button that opens chutes in the floor with the suction power of an F5 tornado that pulls the dust and hair from the ceiling down into the floor and then pushed out into a chamber to be incinerated.
The same way she thinks the world should be cleansed and healed.
Judged by a higher power that is all knowing and trusted without question. Unlike the politicians/government positions filled with wicked, despicable people that cannot be trusted with life decisions for all.
RIGHT! "It should be instantaneous, not waiting for an unknown mysterious day of judgement while people are being raped, murdered, exploited, sold, starved, abused" she shouts, as the narrator working in her thoughts ends his sentence ...
Exhausted with the helplessness and anger she feels at the injustice that has engulfed this world, she remembers she must stop thinking and get back to cleaning.
She is very efficient and super quick and knows this can be done in less than 2hrs if she doesn't give into the deep desire she has to be rebellious against herself, to give up and say "fuck it all" and start asking her God, "This is what you created us to do? This is what you created me for? " but, she still has to have a clean home in order to give her undivided attention to the mental work she must do in order to pass the time with hopes of a spiritual download that has the answers and solutions she constantly seeks.
Exhausted mentally, her physical strength takes over and she powers through the list of messes and laundry.
A sigh of relief, the pressure seems to be less intense now that the house is clean and orderly again.
"Can't this be the last time I have to do this"
Ughhhh, I am really sick of it!
Over 40yrs of the same damn thing!
She says this to nobody and everybody who she might not be able to see, she wants them to hear her plea....
"I'm really over it".