moved a matress down some steep stairs. The size of the matress is comparable to a vending machine and I happen to be a fragile Asian girl.
When I first stood it up, it was almost as tall as the ceiling. I slowly moved it out of the room, looked to my right and saw the mirror. In my cute little overalls sweaty as hell, I felt like a mechanic's daughter. With increased motivation I pushed it out the front door, where the stairs await me to fall and die. I always had severe paranoia for these stairs.. and I was fighting the fear. I realize now that it is impossible to capture the thrill I felt that I write it.
When I let the matress role out the entrance(or the exit) I felt free. The unexpected rendesvous with the cucaracha had my energy sapped out of me, but I lived. I lived!
When I first stood it up, it was almost as tall as the ceiling. I slowly moved it out of the room, looked to my right and saw the mirror. In my cute little overalls sweaty as hell, I felt like a mechanic's daughter. With increased motivation I pushed it out the front door, where the stairs await me to fall and die. I always had severe paranoia for these stairs.. and I was fighting the fear. I realize now that it is impossible to capture the thrill I felt that I write it.
When I let the matress role out the entrance(or the exit) I felt free. The unexpected rendesvous with the cucaracha had my energy sapped out of me, but I lived. I lived!
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