THE BOX
I cleaned my room.
You guys, I know it doesn’t sound like much, but it took me about three full days…
There was a bunch of stuff under the bed I just didn’t want to deal with from years ago… it wasn’t that stuff itself so much as the fact of it’s location - underneath the bed… next to THE BOX.
THE BOX was thrown under the bed immediately upon moving in and was left there unbothered until four days ago…
I threw away THE BOX - didn’t look inside… couldn’t look inside…
And the days wore on and the cleaning continued and near the end I had eight (8) full bags of trash at the doorway, ready to go out, when the last one I was trying to tie shut overflowed, and THE BOX tumbled right out the top, and stared me down one final time…like I was expecting.
I thought for just a moment about keeping THE BOX.
But I dutifully pitched it back in and stuffed it down…and thought briefly about THE BOX in a landfill somewhere, disintegrating slowly over eternity…or about someone opening THE BOX and publishing it’s contents on some sort of “FOUND” website or something…
Then the thought passed, and I left the heavy trash bag at the corner, never to see or be near THE BOX again.
