Today is confession day.
I have this secret, irrational fear that occurs to me every day. It is unreasonable and, frankly, stupid. This phobia is certainly not debilitating. The notion occurs to me only briefly and I move on.
Every time I go through the laundry room and open the door to the garage I fully expect a black snake to be coiled on the door mat.
I know. I have no idea where this idea comes from. It has haunted me for years. The thing is, I’ve never…knock on wood…seen a snake here in my yard. Bunnies, chipmunks, squirrels, raccoons, foxes, coyotes, yes, so I would not be surprised one was slinking around in the flower beds.
What makes my mind fear one is waiting just outside my door? I don’t know, but I look down every time I go to the garage. Crazy, right?
What secret fear hides in your heart?
2 comments:
The fear of waking up in NYC
Being in the desert, mine is slipping on my shoes to find a scorpion in them. At night, I stuff my socks in the shoes to prevent it, but I always "tap them out" before putting on.
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