April 7, 2015 § 2 Comments
Something tiny, vital and invisible is living with me, or I with it. It arrived on a breath unnoticed and settled silently for as much as a few days, slowly creating a sand tray on my vocal cords whilst smoking unfiltered high tar Woodbines. It likes to interrupt when I am speaking, and prefers not to sleep supine. I’m not sure we have a room-mate agreement, but I’m looking to nullify the clause pertaining to house guests.
**with gratitude to Sheldon Cooper