Every morning she stretched her skin to fit back on her body. Her husband couldn’t understand why she took her skin off every night when she went to bed.
“Why do you take your skin off every night dear?”
“I don’t fit into myself very well. At night, I don’t have to pretend to be someone I’m not.”
She peeled off her face and tugged off the rest of her skin. It was dark again. She could stop pretending to be happy and pretty and nice.
“Good night dear,” she said to her husband, as she draped her skin over a chair and climbed into bed.
Peeling off others expectations.
She didn’t know how to set boundaries.
She forgot who she was.
Only when it was dark would she allow herself to be sad and ugly and angry.
She thought she couldn’t show her real feelings.
She thought anger was ugly and setting boundaries was mean.
It is morning and she put her skin back on. She dressed and walked out the door, smiling and pretending.
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This story was published on a Friday, one year, ten months and twenty-one days ago, on September 20, 2013. Hooking up with Five Minute Friday, using the word prompt “She” at Lisa-Jo Baker.com
Write for five minutes flat, no editing.
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Today, August 9th, 2015, at 2:23 in the morning after watching four episodes in a row of Dare Devil, She will leave her skin on when she goes to bed.
She will become more like herself. Less pretending.
She will show the ugly.
She will say no.
She will remember who she is.
Do you ever feel like you pretend?
Please tell me in the comments. I would love to chat.
