Do not look in the back of your drawers. A few days ago I was rummaging through my drawers hoping to find a specific shirt when I came across a wrinkled, grey, v-neck t-shirt. I quickly grabbed the shirt, held it in front of me, then realized this shirt belongs to someone who is thousands of miles away. I smelled it and hoped my olfactory bulbs would tingle with excitement when I smelled a scent that was once so comforting. I could not smell anything but the scent of my room and cedar drawers. I just stood silently with the shirt in hand, almost unable to put it back because I missed the person who once wore it. My mind promptly started to spin out of control, and wondered if one of my shirts was in Cordoba, Spain at this very moment. I was dragged in to this mental battle with myself because I looked in the back of my drawers. Things that are in backs of drawers, closets, pantries, or even books are meant to stay a mystery until one is ready to explore the reason they were shoved so far away from daylight. Until I am ready to excise this shirt or possible multiple shirts, I am too afraid to look, I will leave it alone back there. If I do not bother it, it will not bother me, hopefully.
Hapless | adj. | Unfortunate |
Headlong | adj., adv. | Headfirst; impulsive; hasty. impulsively; hastily; without forethought: "They rushed headlong into marriage." |
