this morning #613.

this morning, they had definitely gone above & beyond to make him feel completely comfortable. red carpets rolled out for miles in an attempt to smooth out his panic attacks. he perked up as the aroma of coffee & the scent of bacon & eggs made its way down the hall to the cozy room they’d made up for him. mints on the pillow & whatnot. so far, he’d managed to remain relaxed & fully intact until he looked at a family photo on the end table & built up a fiction about how he’d always be the black sheep. ten minutes of breathing exercises & positive affirmations later, he finally got the nerve to face the smiling faces at the kitchen table with a genuine “good morning, everyone.”