ilona.russell

She dreamed of someone who couldn’t quite be placed.
Someone who didn’t quite belong with the background of light blues and greens and purples. 
Someone she’d never seen before. 
But how is that possible?

I never really had a life. Not truly. 
Not a life of my own.
I was always chasing after someone else.
My life wasn’t for me,
No.

I was just a background character.
An extra, if you will. 

She had never seen anything so magnificent in her life. Right there. Just sitting there in the laundromat, next to the cart they give you to keep your freshly washed clothes in. An apple. Just sitting there.