Stuck in the Middle with You: A Loner’s Escape
The party was at the top of a glass tower, a place where the elite gathered to 🥂toast their success and flaunt their importance. The air was thick with expensive cologne and even more expensive conversations—each laugh rehearsed, each compliment a transaction.
She stood in the middle of it all, flipping open her Zippo lighter with a smooth flick of her thumb, the small flame casting a golden glow against her leather jacket. Stuck in the Middle with You played over the speakers, an ironic touch that almost made her smirk. The clowns to the left of her, the jokers to the right—damn, this song really knew what it was talking about.
Not too long ago, when she was struggling—when she had nothing—none of these people knew her name. She remembered the silence, the loneliness, the nights spent in the dark wondering if things would ever change. But then, she created something. Something big. Millions poured in, and so did the invitations, the sudden we’ve always believed in you energy from people who had never once checked in before.
She tried to play along, sipping a drink she didn’t care for, exchanging words that felt hollow. But the phoniness in the air was suffocating. It was all so... exhausting. She glanced at the pristine marble floor and actually considered it—could she just sleep here? Avoid the forced smiles, the back-patting, the endless cycle of ego-stroking?
No. This wasn’t her scene. It never was.
With a final flick of her lighter, she let the flame die and turned toward the back door, slipping out unnoticed. The city night was cool against her skin as she walked down the empty alley, away from the noise, the expectations, the circus act. She made her way home, where real things waited for her.
The jingle of a collar greeted her at the door—🐾Michoreezo, Bubbles, and Diamond were already waiting, their excitement genuine, their love unconditional. She tossed her jacket onto the couch, grabbed a snack from the fridge, and collapsed onto her bed, exhaling a breath of relief.
No pretenses. No forced conversations. Just peace.
She might’ve been stuck in the middle of it all for a moment, but in the end? She chose herself. And that was the coolest move of all.
