#fear of making changes

[spilledthoughtspoerty]

Tropophobia

6:50 am.

My alarm clock goes off each morning.

I wake up.

I walk to the bathroom.

I walk downstairs.

7:00 am.

I make a cup of coffee.

I add two spoon full’s of Hazelnut creamer.

The black sea and clouds of white mix in the cup .

The aroma feels my nose with the mornings with my grandmother.

This is how I start each morning.

Today.

It’s not the same.

There’s only French vanilla creamer.

My cup is no longer filled with memories.

Instead.

It’s filled with Tropophobia.

The clouds of white roll in like a storm

7:15 am.

I’m going back to bed.