Staying in Character

Here is where I draw the line. Just here. I will stay, stubbornly, abstemiously, on this side of being the interesting normal you've determined to settle for. As you should clearly see by this sturdy yellow spike tape adhering to the dusty, smooth floor, I am well aware of my cues, my movement, my motivation. I did not audition to be the girl waiting desperately for love to find her, gazing out her window dreamily, Singing some generic rendition of the same damsel's song; or the dear lovesick Jane Bennett, oh so deserving and believing & adorably pitiful. And I surely purposed to avoid the casting call for Rip's wife, that old nagging hag who exists solely to rob him of his eccentricities And beat out every ounce of creativity, sticking him with a constant list of dos and don'ts. No, I don't stand there. I stand here. My lines are much more complicated, less predictable. I may not know them all by heart, but I do know That I belong here by the door where I can almost feel the cool night air streaming in contrast with the warmth of the fire, leaving me with these goosebumps on my arm.