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This morning fog slipped into my mind. Let my guard down for several hours – this is when it made a way into my brain.
I put my feet on to the still, wooden and cold floor of my room. Disconnected from any worry, the sanctuary peacefully greeted me into the new day.
Kettle clicked.
‘What am I…’
I finally opened my eyes to the bright window, standing confused in the middle of an empty kitchen. My mind was unusually quiet as if my thoughts were drowned in the noise of a refrigerator.
Lazily, my legs moved into the sitting position. My aching shoulders stretched and straightened, leaning back on the kitchen chair. For a little while the room was filled with noise as I looked and searched for my memories, or for any thoughts.
Perhaps the whiff of unfinished pizza box was a decent clue. Or the framed pictures of the people I don’t talk to had some answers. Even my house plant knew something more.
‘I am never drinking again.’ I said to no one.
Still holding on my cup of warm brew, the fog started to disappear.
Every Saturday I write a piece of Flash Fiction and I try to describe how the world looks and feels through Highly Sensitive Person’s eyes.
In this piece I decided to show how being alone can be experienced by an overstimulated Highly Sensitive Person in the morning. Alone time is very important for HSP’s because those are the times when all of the external information gets processed in our brains. Moreover, continued overstimulation can cause damage to our mental health, and processing time gets delayed or slowed down.
So, if you’re going out with someone highly sensitive in your group – make sure they are really getting enough water and sleep, and that they get home safely.
Thank you for reading my weekly fiction, see you next Thursday for more information about Highly Sensitive People.
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