Three Days

When you think of three days. You might think of that long, long weekend. Where you danced in a dream. Or went to space, again and again. I had three days to think. I didn’t though. They just followed me around. I could have run, but this house is a maze of mirrors. The freezer door opened sometimes. The cabinet doors broke and fell down. I could have started shaking. But there’s too much to do. Three days ago, I had been working at my new job for two months. Some work tasks continue no matter what. I opened the drawer and forks spewed out. If a panic attack lasts three days? Who’s to say I’m in my house? I’m just within a beach ball. Bouncing around and it burns! I had three days and the cabinet light is turned on. I had thoughts like the two month thoughts. The freezer opens in a panicking way. I get confused, I have to be a maze. When you have three days. To get dressed, eat, and brush your teeth. And you simply don’t. That’s when. Three months ago. I didn’t know what the voices were. He said to me. That I look better today.