March 29, 2014
Lydia pushed service cart down the second floor of the motel, her forearms shaking, slightly. She could smell wisps of her own fragrance beneath her uniform. Nautica Sport, blue in a wavy glass bottle. She pictured herself buying it, but the spiral of negativity had grown to powerful. There would be no stopping the fear with the comfort of an opinion on the topic of fear. She knew she would have to simply be patient and let things work themselves out. Unsteadily picking up a white bottle, she entered the next room, spraying the bottle determinedly. Focusing on simple tasks.