My short, anxious breath crescendos as my steps move faster. The anxiety grows like breath forcing a balloon to expand. I feel like my balloon will pop at any moment. Just when terror becomes unbearable it breaks like a childhood fever. I coast on the down side of the anxiety hill.
Relief is overwhelming and greatly appreciated.
I sit back down and take another bite of the burger and a few fries this time. At first my stomach seems receptive, but just when I think the episode is over my throat constricts once again. Back on my feet I pace ascending the anxiety hill until the perverted climax brings me to relief. An hour later half of the fries and a quarter of the burger remain. They are cold now.