Relinquished Commodities

8am. The sound, it goes, "briiiing brrrrriiiiiinnnngggggg!!!"

Languidly I elevate the disguise concealing my eyes from the waking daylight cheerfully greeting my face with a warming kiss. I outstretch my arm to silence the startling call to awaken from my stupor. Grr! another day to arise and adorn myself randomly by cherished yet scattered artifacts. Well, at least I'll sport them somewhere worth viewing (I speak to self in my mind), although the day being a Friday, ergo, a significant lack of participants will themselves venture any sort of arrival today (having disdained their signals to attempt the day or had not intended on doing so and therefore set them not a fore hand). So perhaps this ensemble is meant to be somewhat undermined.

However, unlike commons, I've taken a liking to my appointed session of knowledge recovery and am rather elated to have valid motive to exhibit the last day's acquired model fragment. It being, black lace styled yet thread patterned hosiery. Unsure of how to fashion them for the day's approval, I recall a costume by a client in my emporium and utilize it my way. Accompanied by brown shorts, purple legwarmers, and flats instead of either a skirt or dress and heels just as my consumer did. It being a first for me and I in a rush to make time (this being the downfall of deadlines and timeliness) try out various options. Not having a black tank top to compliment the organization (which would have blended much better than a grey), I found the purple to suffice though it matches too perfectly with the legwarmers. Matching being something I much rather abstain from I am disappointed, but nonetheless hurried and decide it and a casual black v-neck shirt downplaying the slight formality of the hosiery yet contrdict it by playing it up whith a somewhat formal antique vest.

Irritated at my driver's tardiness by 15 minutes of the clock and therefore causing me to be the same and miss my second driver I ponder what I might be missing in my session as it is about to begin without me. I finally arrive 15 moments behind the ticker. I am distracted by the amusement of discovering a table of commodities and a sign above reading, "Lost & Found" and bellow it stated that the items had no possessor for far too long and were in desperate need of one. I ransack and disarray them to decide the ones worthy of my possession.

I brought only what I was in need of and nothing to handle extra room so I decide to wear the set of earrings, carry the 2 sweaters, 2 jackets, and would you believe it the very black tank top I had been wishing for earlier that very morning. I enter the study room entertained by my fellow subjects and our educator unashamed of my finds and take seat. No one even notices hardly and I stare back at my recently acquired belongings I received grateful indeed knowing there are those who attain none whatsoever.

I tune into the instructor informing us of the roots and history of music and it's derivation by legends and heroes of the various genres while in my mind's thoughts I consider how blessed I am and how it is always the brief and insignificant things that occur in my life that make me feel significant and truly blessed.