300 Words: Confusion


Here is one of my old pieces. The topic was confusion...

Good Morning

How did she know she was alive and not dead? Her peacefully closed eyes began to tense up into a squint before she even opened and exposed them to the light. Her entire head felt engorged and empty at the same time, only a severe burning ache bounced around in her vacant skull. The sting progressively gained intensity as it sharpened and dulled to the beat of her pulsing temples. She revisited the notion that she was dead, then thought to herself that death had to be less painful than this. Again, she thought? Why?

She gently kicked off her covers, this was it. She had been here before, in this same situation. Enjoying the last horizontal moment she took a deep breath and hoped for the best. She knew that sitting up would signal one of two possible realities. She could either recover and move on, leave the aches and pains behind in her sheets. Or it could worsen and emboss her misery into what would be a long and torturous day.

She slowly sat up and the throbbing in her head intensified even more and her vision blurred. She grew dizzy and her body swayed in a small circular motion. Damn, she thought, here we go again. Her stomach growled so loud she wanted to shield her ears from the blast. It was empty. But she wondered how that was possible when she could simultaneously feel something gathering at the top of her throat. She avoided progressing to a fully vertical status for as long as she could until a wave of further punishment traveled through her body reminding her of the self induced hell she had put herself in once again. As she ran shaking to the bathroom one thought came to her mind; why? Again? Why?

1 comment:

  1. AMAZING sums this post up!!! I enjoyed writing opens your inner thoughts and makes you think outside the box. Keep it're good.




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“But it’s hard to stay mad when there’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once and it’s too much. My heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst. And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life.” — American Beauty