glass

You know that moment when you feel the glass slipping from your hand?
Slowly you feel its smooth side glide along the ridges of your fingers pushing them back…and as much force as your fingers alone can put into holding onto the glass, its not enough to hold on. It’s almost as if the rest of your body has deserted your hand, allowing it to fend for itself. Your arms are useless, your eyes can only watch what is happening, but your brain doesn’t quite compute it until the sound of glass breaking on the floor smashes through your ears. Then your lips open, your tongue separates itself from the roof of your mouth, and the air inside you comes out as a gasp.

How could you grow so numb? How could you forget what you were doing? You were standing there, holding it, and somehow, you managed to get so lost in thought, your whole body followed you. If your heart didn’t know how to beat on its own, it would have stopped beating. If your lungs needed you to expand and contract, you would have stopped breathing, but fortunately for you, they do it on their own. The rest of your body grew cold. Your eyes got caught staring at completely nothing, slowly blinking half way, slowly reaching a full blink.

Then the crashing sounds of glass as the pieces hit the floor, over and over, bouncing off each other gets your body moving again. Your head moves, your eyes look to see what made such an intrusive noise.

Oh yeah, you were holding a glass. How could you forget? All the colors of the room you had been standing in come to life. The world continues to move and the glass lies still on the floor. Your tense shoulders drop, slightly to a slump. You grab a napkin and carefully pick up the pieces. Tiny little pieces scattered like glitter on the floor. You’re careful, because your feet are bare, so you do the best you can to pick up every single little piece. All of this because you got lost in thought.