I am over stimulated. It is one of the worst feelings I feel sometimes regularly. This time the fan that is background noise is suddenly the forefront of my brain. The hairs on my arm I feel as they move with circulating air. I imagine then my arm hairs being a forest of leaves waving in the Pennsylvania fall wind. My instinct is to now move form where I am at because now, I can hear the wind moving, the fan is loud, I have leaves on my arm and I cannot get them off. while I

A table usually means nothing to anyone. My great grandmother willed me her tabled when she was put into the nursing home. I never got that table. My mother who had never been to my apartment gave me the table that was in her house because the other table wouldn’t fit, according to her. This table was from her second marriage, was scratched and stained from a decade of use. It would have fit. I never saw that table ever again. The table my mom gave me I got rid of. The table