Cups
Its early. I just want some tea. Maybe some cereal. I'm tired. I didn't sleep well. My little friend anxiety is already on my shoulder, tangling my stomach in big knots, worrying about the day ahead, life, the universe.
And she bustles into the kitchen, a tornado of energy. Already worrying, already talking too fast, already complaining about him.
She doesn't care that my cup is full of my own worries and stresses. Instead, she adds more, ruining my tea with tears and dried dreams. And my cup is overflowing. I can't take much more of this. I've had enough.
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
4 comments add one below
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Frenchie almost 3 years ago
Very well told emotions. Well done on a subject that is not always easy to describe.. Thanks 🙂
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Neville Hunt over 2 years ago
This is very moving, Sarah. As with your ‘Too Much’ drabble, I hope whoever it’s about has more inner peace now.
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Christopher over 2 years ago
It's worrisome that the category is true stories told as fiction. I hope you can come to grips with what's disturbing you and not let it consume you.
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VerityAlways over 2 years ago
Its very sensitive like your other drabbles Too Much and Too Loud
I just wish them a cloak of calmness and peace.
