Adrenaline Rush

There is a cup of hot coffee in my hands as I walk the corridors of my hotel. I can feel its warmth radiating to my frozen fingers. I can see the steam slowly escaping from the lid like hotsprings near a volcano. My walk, left right left right, my arms at my side yet my hands fidgeting at a steady pattern.

Frankly, I do not want to walk at a steady pace, I do not want to hold this cup of 100 C coffee I do not want to be quiet. Something from within me wants to break free from this slow moving body, I want to throw the cup at someone, I want to run down the corridor and into the cold, I want to MOVE. The adrenaline in me pulses to the very tips of my fingers, being hyped up from the recently released news. The news that made my morning when I curiously checked my phone to find people going crazy over the results of a test.

I got into la salle!