And I Stir

My workshop is cold and empty. I am exhausted and lonely, but the chocolate needs to be stirred. My thoughts cruelly lead me down a dark hallway, strap me to a hard, wooden chair and torture me with pulses of doubt and fear. I open my eyes and shake my head to see if reality will rescue me. And I stir.

Her sweet smell casts a light into my darkness, calling me out. To my surprise I want to follow. And I stir. The thick, fluid chocolate charms my captor into letting me go, allowing a reprieve. I begin to relax as my thoughts become enveloped in the dark mixture. And I stir.

I slowly feel my senses return as I reveal my intimate thoughts to her. And I stir, and she listens, keeping my secrets safe, giving me a voice, never judging, only listening. And I stir. And I’m free.