this morning #711.

this morning, in the last sixty seconds before they left the house, they sort of started freaking out. panic shot up unexpectedly. five seconds of brain fog followed by five snapping out of it. fifteen seconds getting in one last pee. using that same fifteen seconds to take a second mental inventory of everything they’d packed in their bag, making sure they hadn’t forgotten any items that they couldn’t live without for the next 8-10 hours. another fifteen frantically fixing themselves in the mirror. five feeling stupid that they’d even worried about that. for ten, tensing up for no real reason. the final five on one deep breath paired with one final thought. “it is all in your head.” out the door they went.