Wonderful Me!

Sometimes, I look in the mirror and marvel at the confident young independent lady I see. Her eyes are sparkling with brilliance and her luscious lips are curled in a childlike yet sophisticated smile. I look at her until she winks. That electric moment when her eyelashes gently touch each other sends an electric chill down my spine. I straighten up beaming with positive youthful energy.
I am the CEO of LitHouse, a cute little cozy library in the town of Gudpeth. Oh yes, some petty insignificant folks (who I refer to as losers) smirk at my job. They prefer to refer to me by the utterly derogatory term: ‘librarian’. It must be difficult for them to digest the success that LitHouse has been. This year, LitHouse won the award for The Best Library in Gudpeth. It also happens to be the only functional library in this town. That doesn’t in any way jeopardize the significance of the Best Library Award! It simply means that my library is better than the many other non-existent libraries that my competitors could only dream about.
One of the major reasons for LitHouse’s success is its state of the art infrastructure. I recently bought a new computer – which serves as my personal assistant. I love typing. It makes me feel busier than I am besides also making me feel more suave. Sometimes I keep typing random text for hours; the sound of keystrokes is music to my ears. I’m sure if my dad could see my type like that he would be so proud of me.
The other reason for LitHouse’s success is that kids love me! Not only kids but also their parents and grandparents; mostly fathers and grandfathers. On one May evening, Mr. Nene offered me coffee in the ‘Cupid’s Coffee House’. I readily accepted because I love coffee (it’s the only non-alcoholic drink that makes me euphoric). It was only after I saw the cupid pointing the arrow directly at me that I realized Mr. Nene’s covert intents. I slapped him on the cheek and walked out; I remember smiling as I walked away. It’s rare for a woman to be able to assert her power so glamorously. I also remember being flattered; Mrs. Nene is an incredibly stunning lady.
My mom often worries about me being single. Honestly, being surrounded by people for twelve hours a day, I hardly feel any solitude which is so wrongly believed to be synonymous with being single. The word single has a bad connotation. At times when I notice loneliness round the corner, I make calls. I call my mom, dad and my cousins and if they are all asleep, I randomly dial a number and sell my books. I thrive on achievement. It may be something as great as winning The Best Library Award or something (apparently) as simple as creating a fake medical prescription to buy sleeping tabs.
You see, that’s just how wonderful I am.