In chaos, there is calm. And, in calm, there are storms. Fire. It stirs the belly. A coloring book reminds one of a time when coloring within the lines was a cheered-on skill. We once felt good with such little tasks.

Now, she knew this was a momentary reprieve. She would finish her calming tasks. Then, the rumination would begin again. She was tired. She needed another distraction. Reality was just too much to tackle at the moment. Maybe she’ll bake some cookies of forgetfulness.