Last night I had the discussion about fears and things that scare me. I took the conversation in a direction of things that I don't necessarily like but that I'm not really fearful (or help of dramamine overcome) like spiders, snakes, heights, etc. Apparently I was avoiding the question as it was relating to relationships.
This morning as I locked my house and turned around to walk to my garage, I was completely SCARED.
Completely breathtaking, taken aback, heart pulsating scared for a very brief split second.
Out of my slightly ajar garbage can (due to the long tree branch) scurried a squirrel.
Damn squirrel.
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