Tonight I decided that I want to make tomato soup and a toasted cheese sandwich for supper. I left the room to go to my locker in the laundry room to get some tea bags. I heard my name and assumed my sandwich was about to burn and tried to push my tired body to go a little faster. When I reentered the kitchen the lady said she had removed the pan with my sandwich off the burner because she thought that it was burning.

This painting is still wet just like my heart is still raw from my therapist triggering me in my last session. The title of this painting...