Nest building

I have an old chest it used to be full of Cadbury’s crème eggs. It’s been empty since I flew the nest. It seems to me that building a nest in its entirety brings so much overwhelm and fatigue – look what it did to me. I haven’t dated or threaded my eye brows in an eternity. Drawing my brows on every day is the one thing I can stick to. When you see me in the morning you’ll be asking: excuse me, who are you? Of course, the jobs here are never done: paint peeling from the walls, food rotting in the fridge, the stench of unwashed armpits.