Dinner

I try to smile, But the more I smile, the more my eyebrows curl. Now I need to speak, but I don’t think I can speak without shouting! I’m rocking a bit now. Which is making the floor shift and creak and my chair is about to crash through the floor. My eyebrows are furling and my fingers are curling. And the furling is ugly and makes me look like an old lady. I’m thinking and trying to create more time by thinking slowly and gently. But it’s loud. My thoughts are so loud. The room is getting more distant. The walls are creaking in tune with the floor. They’re looking at me! The waiter, and my friends are looking at me! They’re aging and furling and curling. The garlic chicken. Yes, the garlic chicken please. And water. Water always helps me. And the moment is over.