this morning #2037.

this morning, her words came at me quite quickly. flicked off the tip of her tongue in swift succession. one by one & then all at once until she’d built up enough forward momentum to silently drag me along behind her as she just kept careening down the path toward even more complex cries for help. these weren’t cries that she was looking to have answered, mind you. if they had been, she might’ve paused long enough for me to offer a response. this was just another routine data dump. a simple way for her to convey her current dismay. i’m a great listener. that’s what she always says. she’s sort of right but it’s more like i’m the quiet type. not inclined to rock the boat. mostly trying to stay afloat. hoping she won’t notice.