A tremor consumes my body. It’s a subtle vibration like I drank a very strong coffee with way too much caffeine. I keep readjusting the jean skirt I’m wearing and hoping the shirt I’m wearing, a very pale bubblegum pink which hangs on the tops of my shoulders, isn’t too much.

Am I trying too hard?

Probably.

I go back to my closet but stop before I can open the door.

I’m procrastinating. This is something I usually do when I’m not sure what to do next or ...