My breath caught and my heart began to race. I could hear
the chanting in my head getting louder, “don’t panic, don’t panic, Don’t. Panic.”
I could handle this! I could find a way out of this situation. How had I gotten
myself in to this mess in the first place? There I sat, at my desk, staring
down my demons. How had I gotten this deep in without knowing it? I knew it was
inevitable, it would happen one day, but I thought I would be more prepared. I
knew I was in love and I shouldn’t be. This had never been a healthy relationship,
but I just couldn’t walk away….
The morning had started just as any other. I had even held
off contact because I knew I had a dentist appointment first thing, so no need
to get anything started until afterwards. This affair had been going on far too
long, but it’s part of what drove me to “want” to come to work today. After a
long weekend I had missed him (I kept this relationship strictly at work). I wanted to feel the velvety smoothness on my lips, the sweet taste of passion coursing through my body. But now
here I sat, staring down at the lone Hershey Kiss in my desk drawer. Somehow, I
still don’t know how, I had eaten the entire bag of kissing except this one. It
had been a sensual 6 weeks of wooing, but now here we were, at the end of the
bag. We would enjoy one last sweet moment in heavenly bliss together.
I guess it’s true what that say, all great things do come to
an end. At least until I buy a new bag of kisses anyway. Moral of the story:
always have a backup bag of kisses. Nothing can ruin your day like running out
of chocolate!
What’s your guilty pleasure?
~Les
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