this morning #1347.

this morning, we were just playing around. i mean, i thought we were, at least. i thought that right up until the moment when she caught me with a right cross. right across my cheek. knocked me back. physically. spiritually. my instinct was to strike back with all my might, especially after she started pointing & laughing like it was some big joke. i didn’t hit her though. that seemed like an inappropriate reaction. instead, i got my water bottle & shot a stream straight into her face. stunned her just enough to be able to empty the rest of the bottle over her head. as her makeup streamed down her face, i pointed & laughed. hoped my gut was right. hoped she also felt that we were just playing around.