I did my best to stop thinking, but have you ever tried to stop thinking? It's not possible.
Sometimes the fog would lift a little and I could make something out.
Fork tinking against a bowl as the movie dramatically continues upstairs. His knee rests slightly on my thigh as we sit at the table downstairs. The movie tries to entice, but my fingers type. He is reading his new book, clearing his throat and shifting his thumb ever so slightly on the page. My screen … Continue reading Sensory 4/13/2017
I could almost feel the nails in my hands again as my scars throbbed to the beat of my heart.
The copy machine hums. The air just turned off, the duct rattling stops. My screen is blue with a menu. I taste old coffee on my tongue, and my shoulders are stiff while my thighs feel warm and pulse after doing lunges around the table. My water tastes faintly of the plastic cup as I … Continue reading Sensory 4/11/2017
Of course, no one had taken the time to tell me the rules of the game.