Thou shall not fall

I nearly fell. It attacked me at 4pm – my dark secret desire. I haven’t seen it for almost a year. I thought I have conquered it. But it came. The dark wave came, splashed against me and threatened to drown me. The dark wave caught me. I closed my eyes and squeezed them tight. My breathing was heavier than usual. I was ready to return to the dark world. When was I last there? Ah yes! I remember. The room – dark, smoky, Pete Yorn was singing, dark wood furniture, CDs stacked against the wall and the red-leather arm chair - was designed to look like a cigar bar.

5pm. No response. I heaved a sign of relief. Lucky me.

Click! I was awoken. God saved me! Yes!

6pm. I ran home and locked myself up in the room. I pulled the bed cover over myself and curled up in a fetal position. Then I prayed and prayed.

Don’t go out. Please don’t go out. Don’t answer any calls.