Midnight Musings

And there it is. Her fucking breath. The sound of her breathing makes me want to scream. I never knew I could carry so much fucking rage until this walking pet peeve came into my life. And the real problem? There’s no getting away from her. Unless…

No, don’t be silly. You save your rage killing for men. Should you really break your rule just because a colleague gets on your nerves? No, no. You shouldn’t.

But the louder she types. The heavier she slams any door or drawer she opens. The more she hums off key. One day I’m going to snap. One day this kettle of water is going to boil so hot that the steam takes over and I will lose all control.

I just hope no one is around when that happens.

— A little something from a current work in progress. A dark horror. Don’t worry, I won’t be murdering any of my real coworkers. :)