My mind is withdrawing again.
Detaching from reality.
The voices fade in the background.
The pattern on the floor slightly warps and I sink in.
Are you listening?
Yes! I smile, and proceed to snap out of it.
I fabricate characters.
Places. Plots. Dialogues.
Details are important.
I can’t stop.
I’m sorry, can you repeat that again? I wasn’t paying attention.
My mind plays the scene over and over.
If only I had said _____.
That was so embarrassing.
That happened 5 years ago.
I didn’t understand the question, can you say that again?
Randomly I begin to think of a poem.
My mind wanders away.
I need a synonym for that word.
It doesn’t fit with that paragraph.
Hey! I’m talking to you!
I don’t want to remember.
My body can’t escape.
My mind will.
Sorry. I wasn’t listening. What did you say again?