How I Learned that I No Longer Fit in the Cabinets

My eyes look very tired because this is me loosely re-enacting my position for the previous night's flashback. It started with me here in the only corner of the house that is safe from...well, maybe it's not safe there either. Better try something more drastic.

This is how I hurt my back. I had terror-fueled vertigo and couldn't get more invisible so after screaming like a person in a plane crash I tried to crawl into the cabinet. In the flashback I was five and I was hiding in a cabinet.

Then I spaced out and stared at things in my kitchen until they stopped making sense. 

Hey Mama, this smells so good.

Mama? What are you making?

You're such a good Mama. If I had any other Mama they wouldn't be as awesome as you, Mama. Can I taste it Mama?