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    Jury Duty


    I’m sure that when most people hear that they have jury duty, they run for the hills to hibernate with the bears, or maybe they change their name to Mavis and join the witness protection program. Whatever your choice of getaway, you will be passing right by me.  I will be running in the opposite direction because I have learned to take my jury duty like a champ. Of course my jury duty and your jury duty consist of totally and completely different things.

    I set my alarm an hour earlier this morning. I hate getting up early, but today is going to be a great day, and it is going to end with a bang. I could hardly sleep last night for the anticipation. I jump in the shower, and the water rids the dirt from my body, but it could never rid my mind of the dirty thoughts that are consuming it. I laugh at all of these different thoughts, because just 2 years ago, that’s all they were, thoughts at a dead end. But now……. now these thoughts are so much more, and I let my mind fun free with them, because later they will be set free and will become reality. Like a caterpillar becoming a butterfly, my thoughts will become reality and they will fly away; they will fly away and I will feel myself being carried away with them. She always makes me feel like I am flying. I can’t even remember the last time my feet touched the ground. They probably wouldn’t even recognize each other it’s been so long. But that is not a reunion that I want to happen. I have thoroughly enjoyed floating through life these last couple of years, and I would be perfectly fine if my feet were never to be reacquainted with the ground.

    I get out of the shower and dry off. I walk through the bedroom and make sure to leave my towel behind.  I ruffle through my dresser to find a bra. I find the one that I want to wear and throw it on the bed. I walk into the closet and grab my clothes. As I make my way back over to the bed, I am hoping that I will find an awake and alert Tina, or my whole plan is shot to hell.

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    1. Really like this, please continue. And PLEASE continue Enough. It isn’t finished, is it? Ch. 7 was not marked as final and did not read as final. Hope to see a chapter soon. Thanks for posting.

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