“How did you sleep last night?”
I knew that she hadn’t been listening or paying attention, because instead of answering me immediately, like anyone else would have done, she looked up slowly and stared at me as if she hadn’t heard what I had said. At first, I wasn’t sure whether or not I was merely reading too deeply into the situation or whether it was more than that, which was why I kept quiet and waited for her to speak instead. It was the safer option, the better choice to make.
“Excuse me? Did you say something?”
“Yes, I did. I asked you how you slept last night.”
There were times—times like this—that I found myself wondering whether or not she was all there. It seemed like she disappeared sometimes, like her sense of logic and reason just disappeared into the blue. I didn’t t
