this morning #727.

this morning, with the going getting tough, she just stood there serene in her kitchen flipping blueberry pancakes & sipping a mimosa. cool as a cucumber. her mind completely at ease. all hail queen xanax. gone were the tears she’d normally shed as flames crawled up the walls all around her. shrieking sirens went off deep down in her soul. outside of her home, the water levels continued to rise. while her initial reaction was to leap into action, she knew it was all mostly beyond her control, so she just whistled her troubles away while whipping up a beautiful-looking breakfast. if there was something worth worrying about, it could wait until after she’d eaten.