this morning #574.

this morning, a familiar feeling came over him as he made his way to the bathroom. it was two familiar feelings really—guilt & nausea. he paused at the kitchen counter to catch his breath. a fever ran up & down his body & instead of taking the remaining steps to the toilet, he had no choice but to empty the contents of his stomach into the sink, showering the dishes that had been sitting there for the last two days. as the beads of sweat started to drop off his shameful face, he gazed down at the multiplying mess he’d made. there was so much in his life that needed to be cleaned up. he supposed that the sink was as good of a place to start as any.