who knows?
Comments (2) The sudden realization caught me unaware, like a sudden plunge into icy cold water. I could feel the heady rush of blood, the sudden upbeat of the heart in response to what is to come. Was is anticipation, or was it dread?
Honest to be told, it is not an experience I dare to remember. Flashbacks of high end drama, miserable silences, angry mutterings and stress began to impose. Is this really what I want?
I can feel butterflies, no, not butterflies, but bees, buzzing in my stomach. I can feel my feet giving way, falling back on a nearby chair. Tendrils of doubt began to emerge, weaving its way into past locked insecurities.
“Shut up! Shut up!” I heard myself silently scream.
I can feel my clammy hands. I remember the sudden lost of speech. I caught the look. The moment peaked. Its now or never.
“Um.. hi..”
Oh gawd. I bet he thinks I’m a moron.
He looks. He smiles.
“Sherry… right?”
Relief.
The uncertain future looms. I feel doubt.
Too many interferences. Too many unsolved pasts.
Why won’t you leave me alone?
I’m wondering if this is all but a dream, ending when the clock strikes twelve
