And it all begins as...
I choke back on my tears. Taste the salt slide down the back of my throat. Check myself in the mirror. Ugh. Turn around. Turn back hoping to see someone else. Pause. Feel the emptiness in the room. No one watching. Cross through to the kitchen. Open the pantry, look inside. Grab a jar of peanut butter. Unscrew the lid. Take a whiff. Stick my finger in the jar of peanut butter. Lick it off. Felt someone watching me. Shit. Turn around to face them. No one's there. Put the peanut butter away. Wash my hands. Careful to remove any traces of peanut butter. Reapply lipstick. Head to the door. To reality. Again.
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