I almost cried over dropping a spoon

Dear Delyara, It wasn’t the spoon. It was the final tiny thing after a day of tiny things. That’s what pushed the body close. I think there are days when I’m not fragile, just cumulative. Everything lands on the same tender surface until the smallest extra sound feels like too much information. The spoon hit the floor and something in me nearly gave way with it. That’s how I knew I needed the evening to get very simple, very quickly.