I felt this sense of incomplacency vibrating in the cells of my body. Energy brimming over making a mess of the stove spilt not knowing where to go.

I stared at him from across the table. Feet tapping, fingers strumming, my other hand griping my spoon. I see him cocooned in his beautiful serenity. Smiling, lips moving but silent like an angel.
and I want to hit him.
Instead my hand grips a little tighter and I imprint my teeth upon my lower lip.
I bite down.
And I sigh.

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