Personal Narrative: Getting To Work

On Monday it was as simple as getting to work, but the nagging feeling of doubt coiled in their stomach as they worked that 8 hour shift. Tuesday it was stronger, the tapping of a foot, and the chewing of the yellow pencil that often sat untouched, a growing anxiety. Wednesday it became more, a fight to stay still, a fight to not be angry, Wednesday was blood orange. Blue woke up on Thursday, the tossing and turning had become inescapable, and looking in their fridge was like looking at a funeral. Nothing looked good, and everything reflected the feeling of lose inside them. What was the purpose? 3 weeks went by, the grey of stores, the black of streets and endless cars that piled into city traffic that moved so slow it was as if you may never escape, it trapped Blue. Escape became a dream, it became an organized plan drafted into pages and diagrams, and endless thoughts of what might be the reason for this trap and the escape. The papers always became yellow and brown with coffee stains and black ink that melted down the page from tears the color of ice. Nothing seemed to work, but that didn't mean Blue wouldn't quit, it felt grey, the way their …show more content…
The rain came down onto the concrete, it washed over the edge and into the gutter like a mini stream, it came light and then heavy and finally settled between the two. Rain slicked down car windows, and across paints of blues, reds, and yellows, it cleaned and shined and puddled in the streets, on the windows , and people running by ducking beneath umbrellas for safety, couples laughing and splashing, children looking thrilled to be in the rain, and Blue held out their hand. Catching the rain in their palm and looking at it as if maybe something wasn't so off, letting it slip between their fingers as they walked out into the