she uncapped the poland spring and sipped at the lip of her eco-shape bottle, 30% less plastic, and she stared blankly at the unappetizing freezer-burned baby carrots, cut and peeled and ready to eat!
her eyes glazed over as the cold escaped the open crisper drawer.
she kicked it shut and lay down on the kitchen floor, still staring at the fridge's contents.
the cold linoleum tile felt nice against her cheek
her heavy eyelids fluttered then fell shut
with the door.
she dreamed she stood in front of a giant refrigerator, both doors wide open
and she wanted celery and carrots.
but all it had was beets.
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