tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444599588527265649.post751624050567464981..comments2023-11-05T01:33:56.300-08:00Comments on The Well Fed Muse: Writing Prompt: Home (Compliments of Judy Reeves)Writing Padhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457445478510415827noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444599588527265649.post-75315591792295787682011-11-04T13:47:57.915-07:002011-11-04T13:47:57.915-07:00This is not my home. I know this because I don'...This is not my home. I know this because I don't eat fish, and there's a pungent scent of microwaved fish in the air. I also know this isn't my home from the bright glare coming off of the florescent lights above. In my home I use soft lighting to hide my skin imperfections and crow's feet. This uncomfortable chair destroys any hope for good posture and is surely the culprit responsible for my back spasms. The constant low-end buzz of air blowing from the vents above assure me - this is not my home. I wouldn't face my desk toward the corner, leaving my back exposed to random homicidal maniacs. I absolutely wouldn't allow these loud-talking, brash people into my home. Yet, I spend more time here, among these strangers and their incessant banter, than I do in my home. I'm constantly starving. My feet are cold. There are no soft cuddly blankets to wrap around my shoulders. I don't see one piece of artwork on these barren walls. This is definitely not my home.Simonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10290531815250872371noreply@blogger.com