Consequences

Object

I walk cautiously toward the object that is right in front of me, staring at me, almost taunting me.

I am hesitant, scared and confused.

I should be running, ripping that thing open— that black bag, and see what is inside it. I may not know a lot, but I know for a fact that there would be no key inside it.

There would be something else, something more complicated and I am not sure if I can face what object or objects it carries inside. Maybe that is why I am walking ever so slowly. Maybe that is why I am so hesitant.

I do not know. I seem to repeat that a lot in the past fifteen minutes.