Shuffling down the hall I hang a left.Turn my monitor on. Bum positioned just so in floral cloth covered chair. Feet propped up on my sub woofer.
Log on.
I see her name and my chest tightens.
She's making reference to past events. Things that happened before I crashed your party.
I feel left out and green.
This tight, clenching, almost suffocating feeling is unexpected and unwarranted.
I know this.
I can't control this.
I don't like this.
This computer, this chair, this constant glow.
I will take comfort in knowing that this glow is one of the few things that I can control.
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