Heat.

Posted on December 28, 2008

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I was in the shower. I had received a phone call only minutes before that for all intents and purposes had thrown my morning into the garbage disposal. I could feel the stress I had been desperately trying to avoid creeping up the stalk of my neck. I rehearsed the next conversation. I replayed the previous one. I rehearsed the next one again. I played the whole scenario out in my head. I felt like my frustration was oozing out of my pores and dripping onto bathtub floor.

My skin that was being hit by the water was turning red.

I had been standing there for ten minutes doing nothing but feeling and staring off at the wall in front of me in overheated water.

I hadn’t even noticed.

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