The shadows of us
It’s 2 AM and my breathing is starting to pick up. Am I panicking? Am I fighting for too much right now? Maybe the world around me is caving in, I can hear my heartbeat, and I don’t doubt that wherever you are, you can hear it too. You’re outside, you’re across the house, you’re in the other room, you’re across the counter. You inch closer and closer, my breathing gets deeper, suddenly there is a pit in my stomach. Am I going to puke, maybe it’s from the alcohol?