Song Of The Introvert

Not made for crowds

Lost Gardens of Heligan © England’s Coast, photo source

Mama is calling but I don’t hear. I am lost in a book. Devouring words and sentences with my eyes. Filling up ears, head, belly, can’t hear nothing. Lost in pages, long disappeared. Barely there, except in body.

She flings open the closet, says what are you doing? I wince at the light, turn off the flashlight, look up. My face says can’t you see the book in my hands…