HM Phoenix

The Good Samaritan

As she lay there in her tiny apartment scrolling through her phone, the washing machine's high-pitched melody played the all-too-familiar tune announcing that the laundry needed to be changed over danced through the air. It, contrarily, had close to the same effect as nails on a chalkboard to her ears. She promptly procrastinated another 30 minutes before finally peeling herself from the comfort of the well-worn couch. She knew it wouldn't happen without her doing and accepted defeat. She picked up an empty coke bottle and her jacket on the way to the laundry room, tidying as she walked. All she could think about was how boring and mundane her life was becoming. Every day the same thing. Wake up, go to work, come home, cook, clean, distraction takeover until bedtime. She hadn't taken a vacation in years on account of her having $200 in the bank.