We had a little slice of life here, but there is more life waiting for us elsewhere. We must go.
I think it's a house or an apartment, but something about it also says it's a workspace-a studio or an office.
Whatever it is, I'm on my way out. I've been packing up my things and gathering the others to do the same. The cupboards are almost empty. The boxes are full. There are no cobwebs.
We must leave it clean and ready for the next group. They'll be here any day, but we'll be long gone by then.
Except, there are intruders lurking. They act like victims, but they are the offenders. They're pretending to be polite. I do not trust them.
My intuition says they will invade as quickly as we vacate. So we must not vacate.
I have taken to screaming like an impatient toddler who doesn't get their way. If I had my druthers, we would be on the road, pointed toward the next big thing. Somebody's waiting for us on the other end, but I can't have my druthers.
One of these lurkers is also vandalizing. and I'm scrambling right behind them to clear away the graffiti and the mess. It's so important to leave it perfect. We can't leave until it's perfect.
(screaming inside) Screaming Outside.
