It had finally hit her: the rage cleaning. She stared at the looming cabinet that she knew was filled with expired, unused, and anonymous items.
This ends today, motherfucker!
Shelf by shelf she dumped, cleaned, and questioned what the hell some items were.
Fish sauce?
Vital wheat gluten?
She had gone through many phases of diets and cooking, and it showed. The vegan phase: years old egg replacer mix. The sushi phase: various jars of oils and sauces. The paleo phase: coconut item after coconut item, after coconut item. Cans that were leaking, jars with a layer of solidified mush on the bottom- how did she let it get this way? This was just pure savagery, living this way. So uncivilized!
It all went, and as she wiped down each empty shelf that glorious feeling of victory washed over her. Clean. Reborn. Sanitized. It was as if with each wipe of the shelf, her soul also got a mini-cleanse-a layer of film scrubbed away the weight and anxiety of living in such filth.
She was able to move all the items just sitting on her few counters into the cabinet, nice, organized, in order. Now she could clean the counters, and she gazed at how much room she now had. Amazing.
New.
Sparkling.
She shivered.
The rage was gone, and she knew she would sleep well that night.
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