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| Anxiety washes over my body with a vindictive glare. Yet why would I stress to such a degree for a small leather purse? Well my drivers permit was at the heart of the small bag. The very thing that allowed me to touch the smooth and slick black steering wheel of my mother's car. How could i have forgotten it? Hunger. I blame having lack of health and hunger. Yet in truth I know all too well that it was simply my idiocy and forgetful ways. I allow myself a deep breath knowing i can go back for it just not yet. But perhaps it's not where I think it is? It is true, the phrase "The unknown produces true fear." or phrases like so. I clench my fists and breathe heavily my heart racing, thumping. My legs twitching with need to bolt and go and find what I had so idiotically forgotten. My brain sporting a dull throb from the headache which had sprouted days ago. A faint cramp above my hip taunts me due to my lack of ability to soothe the pain. My back aching to be rubbed free of the stress inflicted. My throat sore and rough, a fire burning within my body. I release a large "huff" and uncap my iced tea I had made. The brew containing Mint, Jasmine, Green Tea, generous amounts of sugar, and four table spoons of honey for a pitchers full. I curl my toes reminding myself this is only the beginning. With the need to fill out a form and working concessions. I need only breathe and let go. But my numbing behind tells me otherwise... |
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