A Fire Within
A fiery voice leaks out from the door. I hear my handmade flower vase slide against the woodgrain. And shattering of clay. Against the floor. Against a screaming face. Against my step towards the door.
I find myself under a warm but torn blanket with the familiar smell of living similar cold experiences together. Through blurred vision, I find my device. I play videos of time management, being a productive worker and how to present a presentation. Tomorrow, I have a big work thing. And all these sounds coming out of the door can’t ruin the big work thing.
I will open that door after the big work thing. One day for sure. But every day is a big work thing.
