Seated on the ottoman, she clutched her phone tightly in one hand and a bottle of hard liquor in the other, seeking solace in the dimly lit room. Answers eluded her as she searched among the dancing shadows on the walls. A swig of vodka brought a burning sensation, briefly distracting her from the countless thoughts racing through her mind. Tiny salty droplets dampened her cheeks, a release for the overflow of emotions within. The insistent buzzing of her phone went unnoticed, as nothing felt significant in this state of mind except for the faint glimmer of hope that the storm cloud above her head would one day clear, bringing peace in the calm after the chaos. She was waiting for the calm after the storm after the calm after the storm after the calm before the storm. While her mind was trapped in a hurricane, she yearned for rainbows, glitter, shooting stars, and granted wishes, even if fleeting. There was always a little bit of light even if she was unable to see it with closed eyes. Words repeated in her mind until they did not make sense anymore. The outside, the inside, all was one. And she was in the middle of it. Always.
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fiction – 207 minutes – reading time: 1 minute
reflections of an unquiet mind 