As I slide in my slippers around the kitchen table. I want to feel zombie like, because inside I felt nothing. I didn’t know how to help him. I knew what I needed to do. He refuses to go back. I continue to slide around, the kitchen table liking the sound of my slippers.

He steps out his room to watch me for a moment. He said nothing and went back inside. Is this what it feels like for him. Overwhelmed, subdued, listless. We share being overwhelmed, but still it’s not the same.

My shuffling around the kitchen table wasn’t appeasing it only made me dizzy.


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