Write a story about yourself from the perspective of an object, thing, animal, or another person.
I watch her and wonder why she has my cohorts and I tucked behind this door. It is more than obvious that she needs our help but she won't take it. Just last week I heard her on the phone telling someone that it would be in her best interest to use one us, but still nothing. Each of us has a special meaning and at times I think that is the only reason she keeps us around at all. One of us worked for her mom and another for her pseudo grandmother but I'm special. I was hand crafted just for her over years and picked out special by her when I was only a glimmer of what I could be.
I remember when I came to be. Erika was camping with family when she found me in the woods, and I have been hers ever since. I wasn't perfect when she found me but her husband and brother in law helped turn me into the fine specimen I am today. I'm a sight to behold I assure you but nevertheless she keeps me tucked behind the closet door. Who will ever see how shiny and well wrapped I am hidden behind a door in a room that only she and her husband are allowed in?? It's a tragic waste of the time and devotion that went in to my creation.
My biggest question is, why? I would be so very helpful if she would just let me. I hear people whisper that she is stubborn and bull headed but I'm not sure that's it. She acts as though each day is a fight and if she stops winning she will stop all together. Perhaps that's true, but maybe she should rethink that strategy. When she stumbles in riddled with fatigue she should think of all the energy she could save by using me. Until that day I will watch and wait for her to realize how much she needs me 🙂