A Small Thrill

A small thrill.

I walk into my private room.
A double bed with fluffy pillows.
It is turned down and awaiting my arrival
A carpet, a mirror.

Anyone else may not have even noticed.

Just little things.
A ½ ounce of the respect that I’ve been killing myself to get.
A ½ ounce.
I’m working my way up.
Yes, I´ve clawed up one rock higher than I was before.

So far to go.

But, I can’t hlep but smile inside.
A quiet, secret smile.
Unshared. Private.

I almost feel evil because I’m being treated a little differently.

Who cares!!!     

I love this.