“You know the way you feel right before the kitchen timer goes off and you pull something fresh and full of cinnamon out of the oven? That moment made up of waiting. Nothing exists but you and the clock and the promise of something sweet and warm. That’s how I feel right before you walk into a room. When I can hear your footsteps on the floorboards but you haven’t quite reached the door. And in that moment, everything is fine. Everything is more than fine. Everything is dusted-flour fingertips and your sister’s laughter down the hall. Everything is sugar-coated. I know this isn’t going to end well, but I don’t think it matters. I’m still stuck in that moment right before the timer goes off. Everything is perfect. Everything is fine.”
— Trista Mateer
