There.

Just out of reach,

A thin shelf of cheap wood.

All one can see of the floor are clear mason jars.

“These are my life.” I say to no one in particular

I look at my hand holding a jar.

Tiny letters label the front,

“Happiness”

The jar is empty.

I stare about the bare dark room.

I spot my chair (not hard to do).

I drag it under the shelf.

I step up to see the other clear jars.

I see “Pain,” “Laughter,” “Love,” and “Hate”

Among others.

Toward the back, I reach for two.

I set “Happiness” next to “Pain.”

In each hand I grasp two different emotions.

I set them in my view.

I see

“Euphoria”

      And…

This one has no label!

These are my choices?

The luck of the draw.

Who knows how long I stood there

Contemplating on the rickety wooden chair.

Finally, I chose.

I grabbed the one on my left.

With a glance back at “Happiness”

I stepped off my chair, put it back in place

And left my room

Clutching the clear mason jar

That no one but I  could see.