Escape Route

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.