On being in my own head
I was entirely alone for six days.
(Joe went to Rotterdam. I housesat for my parents.)
Have you ever experienced that? Not sure I had.
The weirdest bit was being totally in my own head. No part of me could float into the mind of someone nearby and imagine what they wanted.
It didn't matter what I did, how, or when.
I felt giddy and spaced out, unmoored. Like a boat at sea in the dead of night. When there are no other lights – and you adjust to the dark – the stars sure are bright.
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