i clicked open the top
of this laptop, and
staring me in the face
was a log in screen.

it tells me that the
last person who used
this particular machine
was named s. white.

that’s a little
coincidental, don’t
you think, dear?

i mean,
me being in love
with disney movies
and all.

but there’s a different
kind of irony
in that most of the time
i feel like i’m dreaming
everything, and in
order to wake up,
you've gotta fall for me.

but my life isn’t a
fairy tale, and it’s much
scarier than an animated
little kids film.

and as much as i’d like
to be that sweet and gentle,
i’m too loud to be
considered a damsel
in distress.

i’ve got tons of people
who can try to keep my
monsters at bay,
but the real horrors
are in a place they can’t
just burst into with
swords drawn.

all these accidental
tv screens of happenstance
would amuse you to no end.

you might be able
to laugh them off, hon.

but i’m thinking
this is a wake up call,
telling me to get
my ass in gear
and start saving myself,
since no else seems to
want to.