I check drawers I never opened
And thoroughly search under the bed
I close my suitcase with a sense of dread
I fight to ignore the voice in my head
It tells me to check that drawer again
My will bends
And breaks
I give my head a shake
And go over the room once more
It's not about rereturning but it follows the theme of doing things again. I'm traveling for work tomorrow. Traveling brings out the OCD in me. I always feel like I've forgotten to pack something. And when I leave the hotel, I go over every inch at least twice. But I promise I'm normal in real life... mostly. Peace out.
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