it's been a terrible realization how intimate i find kitchens to be. i'm teetering the point of an inability to be in a kitchen with another human being. that's a lie. i'm not teetering. i listen closely from my bedroom till i can assure myself that the kitchen is vacant. i'm locked in my room right now unable to return to making my breakfast because the kitchen is momentarily occupied.
i'm not squirming, however, i'd just like to slither back to the kitchen soon to claim my breakfast.
