She opens her eyes.
Another morning. Unwashed clothes … half-shut cupboards full of stuff she can’t wear … sink crammed with dirty dishes … TV screens pre-loaded with programmes she doesn’t want to watch … and everywhere portals to a cyberspace bristling with trash, trolls and trollops.
Another day of doom, gloom and desperate bursts of escapism – addictions to comfort-eating, alcohol stiffeners, airhead channel-hopping. But you can’t escape bad news in 2016 … nothing to do but Mope.
She shuts her eyes … and opens them again.
The stupid world is happy without her! High time to get up, then, and let them know what they’re missing …