A moment in time:
As I reached up towards the beautiful clear box I could only find interest in one thing. Chocolate or Vanilla?!? One question that seemed to warp my mind as I cringed at the thought of leaving one or the other behind. My gut feeling on this one was not helping; was busy providing butterflies. What do I want? It was a question with areas grayer than black and white. It was almost a metaphor of life. Choosing a cupcake; choosing a path. No wrong choices, simply the struggle of leaving a right one behind. My hand was now hovering over the clear box, which resembled a taste haven! My time was out, like so many other experiences in my life I had to choose. Stay safe with chocolate, or risk higher satisfaction with vanilla. It was at that moment which I headed towards vanilla, one of the many risks I will soon be taking in my life.
Conversation:
Simple motions seemed delayed as my guilty conscience tried to pinch my ear and drag me into a conversation that was not mine to speak. I could feel my neck trying to shrink into the unseen crease between my shoulders. My fingers fought my hands, trying to claw their way free; even my internal organs tried to shimmy up my throat and escape. My conscience was determined as my brain fought hard to find a single excuse of why I was not responsible to tell my mom about her unfortunate lost money.
Noise:
On the ground I lay momentarily lifeless. If I wasn’t knocked out I should have felt the dry cement pressed coldly against my cheekbone. My eyes were shut but my mouth remained barely open in a small slit, leaving only enough room to breathe. I wasn’t crying but somehow when my shocked watery eyes slammed open, a flood of tears were released. My head ached from the harsh slam. The noise behind me escalated, none voices that I recognized, mostly of worried strangers. It was then that I realized what had happened… while I was standing in a legal walking zone, the car the slammed into me was not in a legal driving zone.