She was her usual

waddling up the stairs

strides as crooked as the rest of her

ambling with coffeecup in hand

swishing and swooshing the contents

though lightly enough so as it wouldn't spill

 

She sat down

as if she would reside there forever

took out a pen and ledger

and feigned such intensity

looking down at the paper

so as her face would not be noticed

every so often

she crinkled her papers

and stole a sip from her mug of ice

 

She is such a shy thing

and it's unfortunate considering

how much she seems to have to say

and how loudly she tends to talk

when she makes herself believe

no one is there to listen

but they are there to hear her

and that scares her

to the point where she has become ancient again