Man of Many Masks
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on any given morning i open my eyes to a world eerily similar to the one
behind my eyelids.
but this side has unavoidable consequences.
dang.
with a grunt i wobble to the looking glass.
i blame a wonky equilibrium. the
wobble.
rubbing sleep from my eyes i see the same vaguely familiar
man looking thru at me.
think he’s stuck in there…
anywho, he’s pretty harmless. he thinks it’s funny to mimic
me, but whatever.
minutes after waking i’m already going over the day’s agenda; butterflies
behind my belly button as i wonder which mask
i must don for the day.
bonnie (she claims to be my boss…i allow it most days), wears
the same. exact. mask. every day of
the week.
i own lots of masks - a plethora of
personalities.
she hates them all equally.
same, bonnie. same.
i have one real friend at work. at least mask #6 - ‘medium grin’
gets along really well with her.
#6 is my favorite - it’s worn pretty thin.
it still makes her smile, though.
#6 is my favorite…
About the Creator
Luke Haymons
“Everyday courage has few witnesses. But yours is no less noble because no drum beats for you and no crowds shout your name.”
― Robert Louis Stevenson
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