slowly crawls out of bed, body aching from two days of pole dance class in a row after a hiatus due to critical nw*
stands in front of the bathroom mirror
notices a bruise on her left forearm and says “hello, pole bruise!”
goes looking on other arm and legs for more bruises, saying “hello, pole bruise!” to each of them in an increasingly maniacal voice accompanied by tired, unhinged-sounding laughter
* critical northwest: the washington state burn. would have been a lot better if we hadn’t ended up next to some people constantly blaring really aggro music at nearly-painful volumes.