The Lobby - 5 Minute Freewrite

As she waited in the lobby, she forgot what she was waiting for. She was in an empty theatre lobby. There was the carpet, there were the windows, the wall-length windows, with doors set in them, the artwork on the walls. Maybe she came out to see the artwork. It wasn't particularly good. Or rather, it wasn't particularly to her liking. That's all anyone can ever really say about art, anyway, right? She thought this to herself and answered herself, "Yes, that's exactly correct." She liked to validate herself like this, when she shared opinions with herself that she was afraid to share with others. Others might have counter-opinions, and she would not be firm enough to stand in her own. This could be seen as a good thing, she supposed. She was flexible, malleable. Wait. Malleable was not good. It indicated that she was wax, not human. She felt fairly certain she was human. She had walked out here to this lobby, hadn't she? Hadn't she? Looking around, not knowing why she was there or where she had come from, it was hard to validate that thought. Maybe she was a candle, after all, and she was waiting for someone to light her. Then she could show someone the way. Perhaps herself. Perhaps.