Its my first time to participate in this challenge, I hope I can do it justice!
Our words are:
Metrophobia- Irrational fear of poetry
I twist my body into a ball, and crouch in the corner, my eggs are overboiling and are probably overdone by now.
I put my head in my hands, I know this day is turning out to be a disaster, I slip my feet into my flip flops and stand up slowly.
Shocked at what I look like, I walk slowly over to my laptop turning the eggs off as I go.
I open the laptop and try to write, but I have metrophobia, and so I shut the lid again quickly.
Picking up a peach I begin to eat it and think about tonight. What will tonight bring I wonder aloud? God only knows, but if its anything like today has been I think I’ll cry.
My phone rings, and upon answering the call, I realise I’ve made a freudian slip. God! I knew this day would not get better!
Might as well suck it up and get into bed already!