Poodle sweater.

lights 
Flashing, and blinding me
With their unannounced 
And unwanted appearance 
My sweatpant, and old sweater clad figure 
Being being captured 
And held captive 
inside these little black boxes 
Caged 
For all the world to see
"Crap."
I mutter to myself, closing the front door,
Newspaper in hand
"I hate being famous."
I toss the paper on the kitchen counter 
And pull a bowl out of the cupboard
I've been sitting at the counter a while
My lucky charms becoming soggy 
As I contamplate my life desisions 
When I hear my mother shouting at me
"Mi hija! I need you! It's an emergency!"
I'm startled
And in my hurry I knock over the bowl of cereal
Causing it to spill all over the floor
"Drats!" I say, not looking behind me as I run up the stairs
And find my mother on her phone 
"Nattilie" she says, holding up her plastic jewel covered device
"How do I make it work?"
First I see a picture of a poodle,
 the poor thing appears to have been shoved into a neon pink mini sweater
And before my mind could even fully proces that 
I see the price 
"Four thousand bucks?! Mum, what are you doing? You don't even own a dog!" 
"It's not for a dog, silly, I think it would look nice on your little cousin!" 
I put my forehead in my hands
This day is off to a rough start.