When I'm Twenty-One

This is the birthday where I have to "accept" that I'm a grown up (or at least the rest of the world does). I haven't quite made my mind up about that yet. The world has though. I woke up alone in my big, cold, empty apartment to the shrill voice of the weather lady. I can make my bed in a flick of the wrist because I don't move when I sleep. I feed my cats, shower, have some tea and cereal, and head out the door for work. The whole time I'm outside my body, day dreaming about adventures and romance just like when I was 11.

I don't accept being a grown up, but the world is really intent on reminding me.