All I feel is overwhelm or dread these days.

One monster wants to do everything – organise the kitchen, order curtains for the hall, buy more lamps, and so on.

The other one stops me. The other monster. “Lie down,” it says. “Rest.”

Then the third monster pops in – it’s 12 noon and my work desk is roaring at me. Growling. “Come here, you little one,” it says.

Then there is fear in my body. In my breaths. They are slow. Shallower. Absent sometimes. My back curves, shoulders go up to protect me from some physical danger.

Dear Monsters,

Someday I will deal with you.

— Minus One.