My heart thumps, strong and slow. I see my chest rising and falling, almost in rhythm with the music on the radio. I can hear my blood flowing, splashing against the walls of my veins; my cells frantic while they bump and race against each other. Continue reading
They used to be blissful: the pitter-patter of the rain on the roof, the smell of tea while curled up in bed. Lately though, the sounds have turned into rumblings, the smell gone. Almost unbearable. Almost oppressive.
“Joan! Did you see the sunset?!” Ari yelled from the other side of the galley.
“Huh?” I asked confused, as I started picking up the entree plates from the Chef’s counter, “What sunset?”
“Look outside!” Continue reading
It was a busy day at the restaurant. The place was packed and the kitchen could not keep up; a weekend scene with 5-year-olds at the zoo could have looked more serene. And it was my lucky day, I just had to have the biggest table with the most important people.
I took out a pair of jeans from my duffel bag, but I was torn between a blue plaid button up and a thin white t-shirt. It was 90° outside. Well, I could always fold the sleeves up, I told myself. I took down my bath towel from the hanger and was about to get into the shower room when I heard Julia Roberts speak from the television. Eat, Pray, Love. I saw that movie about 2 years ago. Maybe I should watch it again. So I went back to the couch and sat down.
Every person has a fear. Of heights, of needles, of spiders, of the dark, of elevators– the list goes on, but there are fears that are worse than others, those that manipulate a peron’s way of life.
I am a person who is scared of so many things. I am not exactly the daring type.
Singing and dancing in public scares the hell out of me. Driving makes my palm sweaty. And thinking about piercings turns my knees into jelly.