Sunday Morning

She needed to calm down. She sat down on the couch, the red cushion slightly softening beneath her. She bent her head down and examined herself from her feet, with her black mary janes firmly pressed against each other, up the side of her blue jeans so dark they almost looked black, to let her eyes rest on her hands. Her fingers were clasped within each other, with her thumbs resting on top. She was on the edge of her seat, back straight up, looking composed, every hair was in place. She thought to herself that it was a good thing her feelings did not show on the outside, because she was felt about ready to fall to pieces. She had to chew a piece of mint gum just to keep herself thoughts concentrated on the intense flavor, and to forget about the sour taste burning in the back of her throat.
She tore her hands apart from each other and struggled in her pocket for her cell phone again. She flipped open the black metal to see the screen glow, only two minutes had passed since the last time she checked the time. She pushed the phone back closed and impulsively used her thumb to work it open and shut again and again, the phone snapping each time. Once she realized what she was doing she shoved her phone back into the front pocket of her jeans and jumped off of the couch.
She walked over to the door, feeling her stomach burn with each step. She couldn't hear anything, but she put her hands against the door on either side of the peep hole and looked through anyway. All she could see was the slightly yellow wall across the way, and another brown door just like hers just off to the right. She turned back around with a sigh of relief.
Her shoes pressed against the blue carpet as she walked back to the couch with a little more confidence. She sunk back into the couch, allowing her back to press against the back of the cushion this time, feeling a little more relaxed this time. She picked her feet up off the floor and crossed her legs over each other, resting her feet on the wooden coffee table in front of her. She let her arms spread out across the soft cushions, closed her eyes, and sighed. Everything was going to be ok, and she didn't know why she was worrying in the first place.
The door across the hall slammed shut and her eyes popped open again. She felt sick again, like this was a big mistake. She slid her feet off the coffee table and back onto the floor again. She grabbed her phone and flicked it open again. Just as suddenly she pushed it back into her pocket and reached for the water bottle on the table instead. She twisted the cap, and it slipped beneath her sweaty palm. She slammed it back down and turned to the kitchen to get a drink. Now she was scared. She walked right past the kitchen and to the back of the hallway, she took a deep breath and walked back out into the living room. She leaned up against the cold wall, closed her eyes, and concentrated on breathing. As she calmed down she slowly opened her eyes.
There were three knocks on the door so soft that she thought she had imagined it, but she jumped at the sound of it all the same. Her heart started to pound through her chest, and she could feel it pulse through her throat. She headed towards the door, wiping her hands on the sides of her pants. She couldn't seem to move fast enough. She thought that she might throw up, and she could feel her bladder nagging at her. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and reached for the doorknob. As her fingertips met with the cold metal she pushed down, and pulled the door into herself.
As quick as a blink she opened her eyes. She let out a slow long breath and smiled from the inside out.