ToWriteAndWander
Not all those who wander are lost.
- Joined
- Jun 8, 2020
Andrew paced the dressing room, wearing a path into its carpeted floors. His feet were bare, his shoes - sparkling in the light - sitting by the door, ready to be put on last. He had his pants on, and his shirt, but the rest of his tuxedo was still hanging in the closet. The window looked out onto the amazing grounds the wedding was being held in. It was his wedding day and at 25 years old, he had never felt so nervous.
Did she really love him? Did he really love her? Were they too young? Had they been dating long enough? Did her parents really like him? Did his parents like her? Was this the right thing to do? A million other thoughts collided through his head. He was probably on the verge of having a panic attack if he kept it up.
He hadn't drank any alcohol the night before. He hadn't eaten much today either. His stomach twisted and turned with anxiety. He probably should have eaten something before hand. Maybe he could get some one to go get him some bread and water, something to help settle his stomach. Drinking alcohol was a certainly bad idea. He cracked his knuckles.
He needed to work out or blow off some steam. Of course, he couldn't get his wife-to-be to blow off that steam for him. He wasn't allowed to see her until she walked down the aisle. Would it be wrong if he tried to rub one out before the wedding?
Did she really love him? Did he really love her? Were they too young? Had they been dating long enough? Did her parents really like him? Did his parents like her? Was this the right thing to do? A million other thoughts collided through his head. He was probably on the verge of having a panic attack if he kept it up.
He hadn't drank any alcohol the night before. He hadn't eaten much today either. His stomach twisted and turned with anxiety. He probably should have eaten something before hand. Maybe he could get some one to go get him some bread and water, something to help settle his stomach. Drinking alcohol was a certainly bad idea. He cracked his knuckles.
He needed to work out or blow off some steam. Of course, he couldn't get his wife-to-be to blow off that steam for him. He wasn't allowed to see her until she walked down the aisle. Would it be wrong if he tried to rub one out before the wedding?