Residing on the outskirts.

                                  In the warm light of the afternoon,..through her suburban windows,...she looked to her dull neighborhood surroundings. An occasional car would breeze through her field of vision. Boredom created a steady buzz,..an audio dream,..tuned to a steady Autumn day. She leaned on the pale sofa with her knees and pressed her face up to the cool glass. An empty residential duplex was where she was currently residing. Her overworked husband pulling sixty a week to make ends meet. She'd stay staring out the window for some long awaited time.
                                     When she was much younger than today,...she loved a man once. With time on her side she could of never predicted the drawn out monotony of her present routine. She'd recall being passionate about the changing of the seasons and life,...in general. Romance had become a work of envious fiction. Daytime television burned a whole into her tedious vocabulary. She turns off the T.V. now and walks languidly into her bedroom,...as if possessed by the mocking demons she'd  hope she could maintain. To stave off the reality,...as to the wishes of her husband,...that their marriage was normal,..and not permanently damaged,..by the decomposition of time. The leaves falling from the trees outside her front door,... would recover from the long dead of Winter,...but she would not.
                               Growing up in the same rural community where she was presently living,..she felt charmed nostalgia,...reminiscing her youth,... high school love and forgotten dreams. She was never filled with the threatening premonition ,...that her life would be resigned to a sordid cycle of thought that tortured her on a daily basis. She despised her husband for everything he did,...everything she had become,...and mainly all she could of been.