arms hang weirdly

standing by the fridge with the door open

the cold air is hitting my knees and I don't even want anything to eat

I just opened it because I didn't know what room to walk into next

now the compressor is humming louder and I should shut it

but if I shut it I have to turn around

my phone vibrates in my pocket and I ignore it because answering requires a decision

I shift my weight to my right foot and realize my arms are hanging weirdly by my sides

I cross them

that feels defensive

I put my hands in my pockets

my keys scratch my knuckles

I finally push the fridge door closed and the magnetic seal clicks

I look at the hallway

I look at the living room

I guess I will just go sit on the edge of the bed until I have to be somewhere

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