She was going to say something, just to see what reaction it provoked. She was not going to be strategic or elegant about it. She would use her words like daggers. She was going to shake the tree or poke the bear or whatever other metaphor one wanted to use : she wanted to disrupt the dialogue. She couldn’t take it anymore.
She wanted it to feel like she had punctured the glass walls around them. She wanted to let the cold air rush in at the top of that big skyscraper and blow away all the meaningless scraps of paper in front of them. She wanted to scream.
Instead, she slumped down in her chair. She buried her face in her blackberry and scrolled through her messages. She stuffed her thoughts way down at the bottom of her shoes and assumed a mask of studied indifference. She let the clock wind down on the meeting and left without another word.
On her way out of the meeting, she grabbed two cookies – It was definitely shaping up to be a two cookie kind of day.
She felt drained from sitting still in one place for so long while her mind ran crazy. She had a crushing headache from her clenched jaw and her feet hurt from squishing her voice down into her heels all that time.
Worse, she knew she was going to wake up in the middle of the night to play through re-enactments of scenes from the meeting, like a bad made-for-TV movie. Oh joy.
Ok. Maybe three cookies.