“You don’t know me…Lord only knows how many times I have had to tell you that. On top of that, there are countless times you have ignored my noes.”
She scratched her itchy nose as she finished speaking. The tone of the conversation made her feel like she was allergic to the person she was speaking to.
Then she realized that no one was there. No one was ever there. It was all in her head…
Written for Linda Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday