Falling Overboard

by Sariah Wilson

“Have you tried not overthinking everything?” He was teasing me but I answered him seriously. “I have anxiety. I don’t have any other kind of thinking available to me.”

“You’re one of the people that make the universe mad. You beg it to give you a cake and it sends you eggs and oil and sugar and flour and puts you in a galley. But you’re running out of the room, upset that you didn’t get that cake you wanted. Everything you need is right in front of you, but you have to make some effort here. You asked to be happy and that was given to you.”

“Fiancée,” I repeated. “I like the sound of that.” “I’m going to like the sound of ‘wife’ even better,”

“I’m going to like the sound of ‘wife’ even better,”