How so?
Well... and don't think I'm crazy.
Never.
There's this woman screaming. I see her, and I hear her. She won't stop. I've been meaning to mention it.
Where is she?
In my head. She's standing there, kind of behind me, and she just keeps screaming.
Ah ha. What does she look like?
No idea. She's in silhouette.
That —
I know. Crazy. I've been seeing her ever since Mike was in the hospital. Not every minute, and maybe a little less than before. But she's still there. I don't know why I started seeing her to begin with.
Are you sure?
I'm sure it's psychological.
Send her away.
I don't believe it's possible. At least for now. I want to know why she's screaming.
I think you already know that.
Actually, I don't. I've thought about it. If I were writing a story, I'd want to know why she showed up and why she won't stop. Besides, she's not as present right now.
Only when you're stressed.
Yeah, but I've lived with stress most of my life. I've never seen her before. And she is a mental image, not flesh and blood.
.......
I knew you'd think I was nuts.
I think no one is nuts. You're a sensible person. Excuse me, why is that so funny?
No one but my mama and my aunt ever said that about me.
You're intelligent and have wisdom.
You've been talking to them.
No, but I listened in on many conversations.
All I know is that the woman showed up. I need to know why. I've thought about it for weeks. I think she'll eventually leave, but I'm not sure.
Perhaps. Why are you looking at me that way?
I'm just wondering whether you think this is crazy.
The woman or our conversations?
Well, both, I guess.
Our conversations are important to both of us. I've never met the woman.
I'm going to bed now. Could I please have a good night's sleep?
Don't get on the roller coaster in your head. Let that woman ride.
Uh, OK.
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