This too has been going on for a few weeks, though it is not any worse today that it has been – its just becoming expensive. I am always thirsty. I just can’t get enough. Nothing I drink, or any amount of it seems to satisfy my thirst. The only thing that does help take my mind off the drought is consuming too much soda – the carbonation makes me feel so full that I am almost sick to think about eating or drinking anything more.
My desk is littered with glasses and bottles. I have cans in the bare spots on my windowsill next to my radio. The bottles, some of them beer, occasionally jitter about and nudge each other as if they are making jokes about me and trying to hold in their laughter. The cocktail party never ceases, though the soda cans that I have made wallflowers of just sit silently, ever watching me just above my head and seeing the words as I type them even now.
Another downside to this insatiable dilemma is the countless bathroom breaks I have to take. Making my way past the shrouded laundry room and over the threshold right next to the bathroom. This of course is a bigger issue at night, taking twice as long to reach my destination as I peer around each doorway and corner on my lengthy journey of about fifty feet to the toilet. Double takes and long bouts of waiting in the doorway as I make certain that the shadows are just shadows, and not lumbering souls in the corner.
My medicine cabinet with its three mirrored doors mock me when I sit down for relief and have to face it. Its panes break apart my face in its reflection and make me look at my different parts, sneering at the others and then focusing on me. My reflection hates me – and its making me thirsty.
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