It was dark under her covers. She was asleep. May look like she was at peace. But she was tossing and turning all night. Why? It wasn't like she had something plan the next day.
But still she worked up with a fast heartbeat. She heard laughter coming from the kitchen, which further woke her up. Then her phone ring she didn't answer. In her head she said, “if its a job offer they would leave a voicemail.” Fear of getting out of bed increased when she realized she didn't do the dishes yesterday. Maybe its not anxiety just hunger.
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Comments (5)
Oh you can't get out of bed Emily, well I like to sleep in too, my wife fusses at me about it. I guess I don't have to continue drawing on this one.
I hate doing the dishes and cooking. I don't even know how to cook but at least I know how to wash dishes. But the only thing I'm good at is eating, lol. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️
I feel this one deeply. I hate doing dishes so much that I will put off eating
You have found a very nice poem, This image no one can ignore, also this poem you have written expresses the internal struggle of anxiety and self-doubt and relation. Your posts make us nervous, and I pray to be on top of the table as the best story.
I've been there and will probably be there again. excellent words