Kitchen No. 4

As I stand in front of the kitchen, the conflicting thoughts swirl in my mind like a tempest. On one hand, there's the practical need to prepare dinner, a task that demands my attention and cannot be ignored. Yet, on the other hand, there's the overwhelming anxiety that accompanies the idea of disturbing the meticulously arranged order of my kitchen. The thought of disrupting this delicate equilibrium sends a shiver down my spine, triggering a cascade of intrusive thoughts and irrational fears. And yet, amidst the turmoil of my mind, there's a glimmer of rationality. For in the end, the satisfaction of completing the task outweighs the temporary discomfort of disrupting the order of my kitchen.