a recent Y woe

-in response to full-length- while getting changed back into my street clothes at the gym the other morning, i noticed a faint light. a chubby red head, her illuminatingly pale skin, full body freckles and beady eyes darting to and fro around the locker room, was clad in only a towel. she suddenly came and stood right next to me, the sheen of her milk toned skin creating a firefly like glow. i assumed she was getting into her locker to shade her brilliance from the rest of us, but after several goes at the lock, shaking it, smashing it against the locker... she moved away in disgust. how many of these neon pink rimmed with black interior master locks could there be this morning? too many. she moved to another lock, the doppelganger of the lock closest to me, she gave it several frantic tries, shook it, and moved again to another lock of the same likeness. by this time i was dressed and ready to leave as the headache from the roaming light-source was becoming unbearable. last i saw, said source was contorted on the ground, looking up into the slats of a locker trying to determine if it was in fact hers. her towel was coming off. i shielded my eyes and left.