Adrenaline

Adrenaline runs around my chest like a sick child
It hurts, it feels like it's bleeding
I swear it's grabbing my heart my now
I can barely take a breath without gasping for air
The air in the room seems to be swirling
Stacks of books and groups of people are nothing right now -- just an undefined blob of colorless parts
I feel like a warrior getting ready to face Death, charging onto a battlefield with nothing before him
I feel like a mouse attempting to grasp that delicious Asagio Rosemary Olive Oil cheese from the mouse trap
I feel like a phone that's been snapped
My face is a bright red, heated and nervous and boiling
My hands are ice, like a dead man's hands on a cold winter day
I am so scared.
I am so scared.
The silence of the room is agitating. The only sound left is the click and clacking of my fingers, bringing more attention to myself then I would like.
Three minutes until I step up to the plate.
Three minutes.
Sometimes I wonder how people do not have heart attacks before public speeches.
Perhaps the ones we see on a television screen are the ones who survive these attacks.
My heart is a nervous container when PV is not equal to nRT and something is about to collapse.
Nervous galore.