Foraging

I thought it was okay and went in to carry on but realised I felt trapped. I rang the people I needed to and re-arranged and then rang my manager to sort out working from home. I went back via the old place, just to pop in, to smell it and get that visceral sense of ... whatever it is that can’t be described, only felt. A bit more broccoli had sprouted ... like lungs.
I went back and finished off working from home.
At night I took to the high seas, trying to swim to the minion, panicking all the way.
I know I need to sort out the keys. If it’s left to him, nothing will happen and I will keep feeling and wanting to check in on the old place and let her know she’s still loved.