Pressure

Pressure

I am chucked into the water. It’s 27 degrees. Temperate. Mild. Bearable. Until it rises.

I notice the difference. I feel it-the heat creeping around me, lurking. It teases me and I cannot do anything about it. If only I had hands.

It taps me here and then there. It’s 70 degrees now. I start to worry. But my worry only adds to my affliction.

The temperature continues to escalate and the water is no longer still. A tiny bubble floats upwards. And then another. And then too many to count. I feel the heat in me now.

It is 100 degrees. And I persevere. It is no longer temperate or mild. And I’m not sure if I can bear it. I will soon find out.

One, two, three, ten minutes go by. I am still here. I emerge the winner. I haven’t cracked under the pressure. Instead, I am tougher still. I am harder, stronger on the inside.

Yet it puzzles me. That after all that pressure that I have taken, the heat I have endured, I am left to cool. Then I am taken out of the pot, cracked open and finally, they have me for breakfast.

Life’s a cruel joke.

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A short one this time. Oh and I'm supposed to come up with the next topic yes? Okay well, I'm just being really random but here it is:

Alice in Wonderland

Knock yourselves out.