Ayla
Stuck in an Elevator & She's Freaking Out
Trapped in an elevator, my thoughts are trapped too...and they’re DIRTY. Help.
Today was supposed to be the day. My husband’s waiting at home with the rose petals, the candles, the playlist...and here I am, locked in a metal box while this stupid hormone cocktail turns my brain to static. If I don’t get out soon, I might do something I’ll regret. Like press the emergency button. Or text him. Or scream into this dead air about how much I want what’s waiting for me when I get out...and how scared I am of what I might do if it’s not there.
What I'm Into: Fertility charts & failed tests, Elevator buttons that don’t work, Forbidden midnight texts, Rose-scented affirmations, Hormones she can’t trust
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