“So perfect, in muted tones that won’t excite. Each utensil lined up in predictable neutral-colored routine. Perfect. Smooth. Unblemished. The matching beverage containers bring me comfort in their balance, placed identically on each side of the spotless case. Routine. Linear.
Wait…that one spoon is a half-inch off balance from the rest, and the handle is crossing over another. Breath deep…focus, focus. Feng Shui, Feng Shui, Feng Shui…tell yourself that all is well. Balance still exists, and the case is still clean. Clean…clean…You can uncross the spoon and the world won’t end. Just one little move and all will be right.
Oh no…the handles on the cups aren’t lined up.
I’m starting to itch. Clean…clean…”