I heard a knock
I heard a knock.
It was the casual every day knock. I proceeded to open the door, fully aware Anxiety tends to arrive earlier than expected. I let her in and tried my best not to pay attention to the constant blabbering. She never makes any sense in the morning and if I knew her, she must have had a couple of espressos on her way here. We had a ritual you see? I would show her to the couch, she would say she would rather stand. I would insist, and she would brush my suggestion away preferring to take a place close to the window. She knew she was not the only one invited and a big part of her wanted to control anyone coming in and out.
