#drage

The pot was only half full with water Half full, that was it. Nothing more, nothing less. I did not expect the outcome. I didn’t turn it on, I didn’t ask for it. But there it was, the stove was on. It heated the water. It wasn’t much at first, but it didn’t have to. Soon, it became more, much more, and fast. Faster than it should, faster than I wanted. I didn’t know what to do at first. Should I let it stay on, or should I turn it off? My hands was hesitant, it moved without my thoughts. They tried to turn the stove off, but could not. The more they fought, the more we fought, the worse it got. The water would boil and boil, it took up more space. It would not turn off, it refused to give in. The water was almost spilling over the pot. It was getting too much, too close, it had to stop. Somehow, anyhow, it had to stop. ... I took a deep breath, thought it over and removed the pot from the stove. The stove was still on, is still on, but the pot would not be. The pot would cool down, away from the stove. It would not get all it’s water boiled, despite it’s great loss. More would not be lost. I will get more later.