Shattered Glass

I picked up a shard of glass from the shattered mirror. It looked
sharp. I pressed it to my finger to see if it was sharp enough...It was.
I thought about it as the moments passed around me, staring at the
pinprick of blood forming on the tip of my finger.
Weighing my options.
I pressed the shard to my wrist, inhaling deeply.
"Hey, are you almost ready?" My friend was calling from downstairs.
I pondered the thought for another moment.
"...Yeah. I'll be right down."

Interpret this as you will, just know that it is not cause for concern.
Don't take your friends for granted.

--Kit.