Any distraction will do. I watch the tea bag float on top of the water. Deciding it needs to be immersed to steep, I lift it out of the water and plunge it forcefully into the water over and over until it sinks. I am nervous. I swallow and listen, but I don’t want to hear. None of the possibilities are good. Uncertain I can face this, I begin to imagine that I am walking through the woods. The fog is low and heavy. Pausing, I listen. Peepers are near. I walk toward the sound to forget. Reality breathes; beckons me to return.