EMERGENCY SKILLET COOKIE
“Sometimes a moment wasted
IN COOKIE-DELIVERY…
IS LIFE AND DEATH”
Anxiety… do you know about anxiety?
The type that feels like there’s an expanding hot water balloon pressing against my soft parts. The type that pumps up the pressure on every cubic-inch of air in the space that I gaspingly occupy. A clinching cast-iron ranch over my lungs that tightens, and then tightens… efforts to breathe muzzled by the air-pressure that squeezes, and just squeezes… neglecting the urgency of a piping hot water balloon in my chest that is screeeeeeching desperately to expand, and EXPAND…
… until, as we all know what happens when you force a ballon, that it just “BAP!”. Fluids of boiling emotions mixed with bloody lumps of raw angst, splattering so violently against the four white walls of my confinement. Even the maddeningly slow motion in which they dribble down, by contrast, fuels my raging urge to scream.
All of which, is playing out silently and discreetly behind an expression-less front of a woman, typing calmly in front of her computer.
Anxiety.
I mean I need a cookie like right now.
