Something is in the corner of her eye. It’s been there for days. She can almost smell it, it’s name is on the tip of her tongue. In its spare time it seems to enjoy setting butterflies free in her stomach and distracting her appetite. She feels it move and rubs her eye. With a squelch, it falls out onto the floor. Whatever it is, it looks like it’s having a midlife crisis.
“What are you?”
“Nerves,” it says proudly. “What can I do for you?”
“Nothing, actually sorry but could you stop playing with my appetite?”
“Appetite can’t help it that I’m irresistible,” it chuckles. “Look I’m sorry I’m here, but you’ve got an important occasion, and I don’t like to miss a big do.”
“Well, can you at least get rid of the butterflies?”
“You wouldn’t deny my pets. I move around a lot, they’ve gotta stay somewhere.”
She frowns.
“Look, I’m what gets you through. I’ll administer the adrenaline when you need it most and heighten your senses. Then I’ll be out of your hair.”
“What are you doing in my hair?”
“Just a bit of nervous sweat, nothing too bad.”
She had to admit Nerves did help sometimes, but it was a bit of a dick.
Inspired by the nerves that are gradually taking me over as I get ready to fly to Melbourne.
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