Second Life

My mother asked me if I could use some spare sheets for my bed. I actually could so I said yes. Turns out the sheets belonged to my old neighbor who died from cancer recently. I thought it wouldn't bother me to use them but last night as I laid in them in felt strange. I sat there thinking about the life of most the objects around me. These sheets once held someone else's body. I realized I was not the only owner of most the things I own. My bed, my dresser, my mirror, my silverware, almost all my clothes didn't start out being mine. I like that about them, I hope they have many wonderful secrets.