The Shoe Didn’t Drop
I got out of the bed on the right side yesterday morning. My meter registered a full on the sleep quotient. Light steps, not a trace of dragging.
The coffee tasted extra nice. Not burnt bitter nor acidic. The avocado was the right shade of green. My fork sank right into its buttery flesh as I smashed it.
Was it the light or did my skin look a little brighter today? I shrugged and powered on the computer.
I held my breath as I checked the messages. Exhaled with a surprise, only two comments on the Google doc.
By lunch time my shoulders were drawn up and clenched. I checked my emails, slack, phone messages. Back again to emails, waiting for a message that never came.
It was cappuccino time at 4. I took a sip cautiously, but it was as good as the morning one. I spent the rest of the day on tiptoes. Shallow little breaths that won’t disturb the fragile field.
Watching, waiting for the thud of the other shoe that never drops.
I woke up this morning with bags under my eyes. Gulped down a cup of coffee that tasted like it was electrocuted. Shoulders dropped down and unclenched, I got on with work.
Paired Listening
From the Five Part Body Playlist
