Fear.

It's that gut-wrenching stomach-churning feeling like you've swallowed a can of Lysol. Acrid and burning, that trepidation that forces you to yank your hair out of its follicles. It's that knowing that oh shitness you're pretty much gone if something like this happens. Fear is that adrenaline rush, that surge of blood through your tricuspid valves, the rhythmic thumping of your heart, the nervous pounding in your head that won't go away. Reaching the apex of anxiety you look to something that would alleviate and ameliorate everything.. something that would make this okay again.

And for the time being, looking amongst a fleeting chocolatey relief, a sensuous comforting cup of tea, a fluffy down cushion, a pitterpatter of raindrops on the pavement, a slick movement of night into day ...

I found you.