The spoiled child calls centre stage.
Annoyingly tapping without pause.
Breathing faster and purposeful.
The room starts to fill.
A thousand voices recite lines from different plays.
And echo throughout the auditorium.
Each one of them demands attention.
Their words getting muddled in the chaos.
To choose just one would be impossible.
The atmosphere changes the air, thin and hot.
As the demands of each become more insistent.
Blurring and dizzying the normal.
A palpitating rhythm begins.
The voices louder, leaving little room to escape.
A voice from the shadow’s yells, “STOP!”
Outside, the spectators wait.
Armed with their opinions and philosophies.
Unaware of the disorganization that looms behind the door.
To catch a thought, a moment, a breath.
To pause and take inventory, to breathe.
Soon quiet befalls the thousand plays recited before.
And calms the each before opening the door.
SUBURBAN CABIN FEVER 