Whenever Nick would join Daisy, Tom, and I, and Daisy and I were laying on the couches, Nick always seemed to look at me with a strange curiosity. He may not have noticed it, but as I lay on the couch, I would always glance his way to see if he was looking at me. I could tell he saw that the way my demeanor was, something was swirling in my mind. My stance, when laying down, was sort of upright. My head tilted back so that my chin was higher up. I pretended what was on my chin was a glass, full to the brim with water. I had to stay perfectly still so not a single drop would escape the cup. But in reality though, it wasn’t an imaginary glass of water I was balancing. It was my life. It may not seem like I have much to be worried about but I really do. I have to handle my feelings for Nick, settle my hatred for Tom, offer comfort for Daisy, and disguise my lack of appreciation for golf. Does Nick see that I’m balancing all these things? I glance at him again, but I quickly jerk back, realizing the glass almost spilled. In that same moment, I thought about what would happen if I let the glass tip to the side a little and all the water flowed out. Would that mean all my problems, all the people in my life I have to deal with, would spill on the floor, just like the water? I’m not quite sure, I but I don’t think I’m ready to find out just yet.
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