@leftlipstick
It started with the spice rack.
That wasn’t so bad. What was so off about alphabetizing the spice rack? That was how they were arranged in grocery stores and it made finding what you needed so much easier. The problem was that it didn’t stop there. The spice rack became her collection of sheet music. And that became her bookshelf, separated into even sections by color and height.
Her heart may have been pounding against her chest, but at least this silenced all of the other thoughts racing through her head.
Now, she sat on the floor of her closet, a pile of dresses in her lap, as she fought to focus on the best way to rearrange them. By color? Length? Occasion? Did she have an even number of dresses to do it the way she wanted?
She heard the door creak open and she swallowed. While her girlfriend had no visual of what was going on, she always seemed to know when something was wrong. Charlie cleared her throat and desperately fought to keep a steady tone when she spoke up: “Hi, babe...” Her voice cracked. “You’re, uh, you’re home early.”
