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The Moving Room (Part I)

The Sunday morning air cooled the car through the open windows, as Daisy and her husband Ed sped down the country road. Birds flitted across from one side of the road to the other. Trees swayed, as their leaves waved and clapped.

Daisy gazed out of the passenger side window as she lay her head back against the head rest. A slow breath in and out helped to clear her mind as the drone of the car trudged along the gravel strewn road. Her favorite. As they passed each house, she imagined what they looked like on the inside and what life would be like if she lived there. It wasn’t that she and her husband didn’t have a nice house. They did. But there was always a better one out there. Within the last five years they purchased three homes, but they only owned one. After moving in to a new house, she would become bored with it after a year and want a new one. There was always something out there that was better.

Today was no different. Her husband drove as Daisy’s eyes remained on the hunt for that new house that was that much better than what she had. Yes, it was there somewhere. And she would find it.

“This is ridiculous, Daisy,” complained Ed. “Why can’t we just stay in the house we have?”

“There is a better one. I know there is. That diamond in the rough. The one I won’t get bored with. We’ll never know unless we keep looking,” replied Daisy.

Ed glared at his wife. The back of her head faced him has she continued staring out her window. Oh how he’d love to have a remote control passenger side door that he could open with a button. Then he could take a pair of scissors, cut her seat belt off, open the door, and shove her out to the curb, all while driving down the road at high rate of speed.

(To Be Continued)

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