So often life, in all its dimensions, had been too much for me to handle, and it had been feeling like that quite often during those days. When I turned away from reality and slipped into the stories in my head, or on the page, life became Goldilocks’ version of just right. In my fantasies I was brave, kind and utterly capable. I stopped betrayal in its tracks, and dished out a healthy dose of whatever was needed for any situation. My daydreams replaced my relationships and my time in the kitchen. No need for lovers when the ones in my mind were always perfect.
A blade of light pierced through the darkness of the night. I was surprised to see that I was still sitting in front of my computer, believing instead that I had traveled back in time to relive the tumultuous events that still shook everything around me. It was a good story, I thought to myself. I wondered if I would ever write it down. First, I had to complete those darned recipes, before the sun rose and a new day began.
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