this morning #1188.

this morning, i caught her pursing her lips like she tends to do in times like these. breathing in deep from the passenger seat. pausing to give the chaos of life enough time to pass her by. i totally get it. it all started with this high-pitched blip coming from inside of the dashboard. then, the skies went dark & parted. sheets of rain poured forth punctuated by brilliant flashes of light. there was nothing we could do but pull off to the side of the road. wait for it to stop. i’ve built up defenses against these sorts of things, these assaults on the senses. she’s not there yet. she’s still sensitive. easily overwhelmed. there’s not much i can do to help. she won’t let me. she prefers to deal with stress by herself.