After work, when I called Danielle to ask her if she wanted to get out and have breakfast, she eagerly replied with a yes. Alright, this is good. Listen to your body. You are hungry. You haven't eaten in hours. Eat something small, boost the metabolism. I met her at her apartment around 8:30 and shortly after we went to an inexpensive restaurant called "Jackies."
In a more run-down part of Lansing, the quality of the four dollar meal was irrelavant compared to the discussions. The conversation was rather light. We chatted about work, families, and other non-emotional topics as I leisurely picked at my meal. My stomach, confused my the unsteady eating patterns, felt completely full (to the point of sick) after only two bites of food. I finally push my plate off to the side and light up a cigarette in an attempt to settle my stomach. "Your done?" Danielle asks me as though I had ate a feast prior to our get-together. I told her that during long periods of staying awake and little sleep (also the constant doses of Adderall mixed with sugar-free Redbull) caused suppressed appetite. Excuses, excuses...
On the way home she asked me if I wanted to come up for awhile, and I agreed while taking the last puff of my cigarette. As we made our way into the dusky apartment we both sat on the soft silver-gray couch, with one leg noticeably scratched by her son's cat. The apartment was small, however, decorated with dainty and tasteful furniture along with numerous family pictures characteristic of many family homes. The shades were comprised of a blood-red pigment and had been pulled closed, yet still able to allow the gloominess daylight to seep through. The coffee table, situated in front of the sofa, had several lit candles producing a sweet yet relaxing fragrance along with a black bowl that was used as a receptacle for the copious amount of cigarette remnants.
As we started to get comfortable, Danielle stated that she was starting to feel anxious and I observe through the expression on her face that she was about to crash. Since both of us had been awake the entire night, there was little to hold back the raw emotion that was about to explode. The conflicts once propelled deep down into the soul were about to regurgitate; you are unable to control them anymore, like an inevitable eruption of scorching lava from the volcano's brittle crust.
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