I finished picking up the items that had spilled from my bag. I dug into its depths once again, finally finding my keys. I stood, turned, and opened the door to my truck. I climbed in. I threw my bag on the passenger seat. I started the engine. I didn't think. I just...did. I went through the motions without letting my mind start down the path of self-deprecation, self-loathing, wanting, arousal, need, desire.
"Stop it!"
My own voice startled me. I hadn't meant to say the words aloud, but there they were. I didn't have time to consider what had just happened. And I didn't have time to consider what would happen next. I put the truck in reverse and started back to my office.
The rest of the day was a blur. I sat at my desk, fingers flying over the keyboard as I filled out expense reports
