My teeth clench, eyebrows knot, palms ball into fists showing white knuckles.
Something tightens within me, demanding release.
And I surrender.
I argue, curse and duel with the object of my wrath within the safety of my mind.
And I always win.
And that calms me down.
And I can’t help but thank the universe for giving us imagination.
The world would have been a much more violent place without it.