The Doormat I brought it home to a lot of fanfare. It all started when I spotted it at Target, the price was quite fair. It looked as beautiful as a blooming flower. I bought it with no second thoughts; it was a purple color. I walked on it with pride and excitement in the first few weeks, stopping often to position it well in the doorway; not these past weeks. I used to clean it every week even when it wasn’t dirty; not this week. Quite some time has passed and I’m surprised I still have it. I haven’t thought about it, but I don’t think I still love it. The other day I was asked, I didn’t remember the color of it. I wasn’t paying attention but I think I just spat on it. I step on it every day I come home without even looking at it. It’s now just a doormat; but wait; before, what was it?
Posted on: Tue, 17 Sep 2013 12:40:22 +0000
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