I was alone for a week. Whatever would I do with myself? I hadn't had days like this for years. I had to make a plan.
First, clean the house top to bottom, in order, nothing left undone.
Then shower and choose a great classic movie.
Then pull those red shiny slippers from their hiding places and line them up on the coffee table, to adore, fondle and worship at my whim.
"What sort of man does this?!?!" I ask myself after looking around the room, wondering what someone who had never been in this room may wonder if they should walk in.
"He must be mad!" They'd think.
Perhaps I was. Obsessed with ruby red, shiny slippers lined delicately out for me to admire.
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