Mind Meanderings

I padded down the stairs, * maybe I’m just thinking too much, took a right turn into the kitchen. The incessant grumbling of my stomach reminded me to munch as I yanked the fridge open. Perhaps I shouldn’t be quick to judge, I’d hate to judge others. I scanned for the afternoon leftovers and placed them on the kitchen table. I pulled on the switch and the microwave came alive. The luminous numbers glowed green, blinking as if to mock me: "You know it best yourself, whether or not if it’s the truth, some impressions are certainly deeper and lasting that others. Quit fooling yourself already, wake up and smell the coffee, girl!" I pursed my lips and began the press the buttons furiously. My index finger hovered above the START button. Perhaps starting has been mistake afterall.. I jammed my finger on the button, glanced as the microwave flared up but there wasn’t any food in it. What the heck am I doing? came afloating as I smacked my forehead.

* Italics: Talking, or rather, thinking to myself.