Heart. Throat. Cheeks. Hot.
My heart is in my throat. It’s lodged. Stuck. And my cheeks are roasting with rosy color. My hands are quivering, and I can’t stop my arms from jiggling back and forth.
Back and forth.
I can’t quell these feelings.
There’s a bubble. I don’t know if it’s around me or inside me. But it keeps me from breathing. It keeps me stuck in place with fear and hope and uncertainty.
Time is racing around me in circles, taunting and daring me, but slow and sluggish at the same time. I’m pushed and pulled. Confused and sure.
And all I know is that I don’t know.