Nirvana 2

Claire was lonely. Drops of rain fell over her, oval shapes, mirrored. She felt strangely like a thing, no emotions, no desire. Her long hair fell over her shoulders like a slinky backpack. She had finally become CEO of a corporation that was going to shape the world, and she was miserable.

In the morning, she looked into her closet. Blouse after blouse after blouse after blouse after blouse like bodies hung on wires. She turned on the television and stared blankly at the screen.

She downed the vodka as if it were water. She was not sure where she was going or why she was doing anything.

"Wow, is this your place? It's beautiful!"

She tried to smile, but she could not. She stared at the guy blankly.

"What do you do?"

He looked out at the night sky. The glass brought the stars closer.

"What do you do?"

"I'm a model."

Claire looked at him for moment, and then her eyes turned downward.

"Wow, what a gorgeous bathtub? You wanna take a bath?"

What an idiot? Is this what I have come to? I want to shut myself from the world. I'm dying inside. I can't say what I mean. I'm miserable.