~ Thoughts in the Rest Room ~

 

 

I was nobody when I was boarding the train; there was nothing special to me

 

 

 

Most people look at me and think me to be an assistant or a coffee server, a lowly housewife, a maid or a trifler

 

 

 

Mother always said I always managed to look quite decent, even if I was in a hurry

 

 

 

Nothing I said convinced them of my departure when I did tell them

 

 

And then when I left, I supposed no one noticed

 

 

 

I guess when I left, no one noticed because had they have noticed, the police would’ve been called, but I hid out for a few days and the police weren’t called

 

 

 

 

 

 

When I hid out, I wasn’t paying too much attention to my surrounding, I read so many book, had a stack full of them at home, I didn’t take any with me, mother would’ve known what  I would’ve taken with me before I left the house