I’m sitting here at my desk, staring unblinkingly at my computer screen. My eyes burn from the harsh glare and a restless night. It’s so hard to sleep after a shift at the steakhouse. My fingers leave grease-marks on the keyboard. I’ve liberally lubricated my digits with Bath and Body Works Wild Honeysuckle lotion – an unsuccessful attempt to massage the aching pain in my hand. I’m not sure why my hand hurts these days – is it the beginning of arthritis or just a normal consequence of an unfamiliar grip on my chef’s knife?
My door is shut – today, I prefer this silent cocoon to the chatter outside this room. My lack of sleep has left me emotional and fragile. I haven’t heard from him. I’ve concluded that he’s not interested. I’m disappointed – I wanted to know him better. I think we’d be a good fit. However, it takes two. On top of that, a good friend, who emails daily, has gone quiet on me. It’s quite odd – one minute he was talking to me…and the next he was not.
Today, I feel Abandoned.