April 28, 2013
Coffee churning amidst the drizzle and a flick of the blades. Sitting. Just like I was sitting earlier, snapping open cases, pushing capsules through the foil, snapping them shut again. I would have talked more but I was too tired, so I listened. Didn't answer questions thoroughly, sometimes not at all. What was there to say? What are you trying to say? I started freaking out, guilty over the poor company I provided. My stomach burned and my heart raced. I wanted to step outside. Whoever was next to me must have thought I'd lost it. Green light.