Day 39- Ms. M.

Ms. M keeps an office on the ground floor of the big professional arcade that I pass on the way to the freeway.

When I'm having a lull, like this one I'm in currently, I do something I'm scared of or something I hate before I begin my day. The elevator in Ms M.'s building is creaky, poky, and scary, and I hate it.


After weeks of sneaking for panicky elevator joy-rides, I peeked into the closest office. It smelled like soy candles and good tea. The colors were soothing and perky. Ms. M. herself was tolerantly amused. She let me come in and take her picture while waiting for her morning tutoring student.

I still don't like elevators, but I like this place.