Iam half asleep. I was awakened not too long ago from the sound of porcelain crashing against my kitchen floor. I have yet to find anything that causes my heart to race more than loud sounds in the midst of a deep sleep. My eyelids hit the ceiling but my body remained motionless. There was an intruder in my house, I was sure of it. I was about to die. This was it…karma…in the flesh.
As rationality started to set in, I realized that no one would ever break into this shitty apartment. I left my sofa and walked into the kitchen to find Brooklynn, my cat hovering over a broken “Jessi” – the newest addition to my personal cheerleading squad of mugs. My new, inspirational, comforting mug was done for. At that moment, I realized two things:
-I’ve binged watched too much Criminal Minds this week.
– Jessi had been helping me cope with my guilt.
I started to cry (just a little – 4 tears max, don’t worry). I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this conflicted. To tell your heart that its wrong feels like the ultimate betrayal. One thing is for certain…gorilla glue…today. I must resurrect Jessi… there’s no way I’m confronting my conscience without her.
Nosy Josie JE3