The pen trembles between my fingertips as I hesitate. This is one of my loops, I think, and something pounds in my chest. Glasses touch the keyboard. Discarded. Shoulders up. My hands cover my face – a child who thinks she can hide from it to make it go away. But it won’t. Therefore, I…
Lighten up. I’m balancing on one foot like a grey heron as I tell you. Be a lark. You’ve gotten far too serious… I flop into a pile of feathers with exasperation, and we snicker. I’m flabbergasted, I say. We love that word. I’m sitting on my bed. You’re sitting on yours. We’re in our…
The side of my face draws into a sneer, looking down on that woman who’s talking. Gosh, look at how full of herself she’s become. She’s speaking a mile a minute and with such conviction, isn’t she? But I know the real her. The one she’d prefer to hide. Me. It’s me. I’m the one…