Prima Donna

And there I was, standing, listening... Nothing was perfect or real, nothing was ever good enough or even close. The food is too spicy, maybe too salty. But then again it doesn't have enough spices; i guess it should a bit warmer. And the complaints kept going and going, the weather, the sun, the rain, the music, the tv... blablabla... My brain ordered my ears to shut and let my eyes take charge of all the sensory input. Behind, just behind that person complaining was a blue sky. A blue sky where often birds fly sharply and sing. They sing such beautiful melodies that I can't hear because my ears shut off. Shadows cut off the light that the sun gifts the day. People walking in the sidewalk, walking to work, coming from work. I can't really tell anymore. The days are so long. With sunlight from way too early to oh! so late.
Slowly my ears come back to reality and damn me, the complaints kept going and going!
"Prima Donna!!!!"
The sound of my own voice woke me up. I opened my eyes and saw myself. Looking in the mirror I could now see, the Prima Donna was no one else but me...