The glazed look she got sometimes always worried me. It was back today but she seemed different after. Peaceful even. So much unlike what usually happens after she lost touch with reality. We were sitting in the diner today, when she spaced. She started talking as we walked out the door.
"I go places sometimes" The words were carried to me on a breeze. The wind had turned it to a gentle whisper. This time these letters strung together meant much more then the norm.
"The places I go in my head aren't normal, not like a memory. Not exactly. Things are strange, always bright and moving fast. I feel five again, lost on a Chicago street again waiting for Russ to find me. Realize he'd forgotten me somewhere in the city. Reality drops away when this happens. I'm going in rewind while everyone else is in fast forward. Everything blurs together and the colors that should be separate entities blend." Her voice cracks while blue eyes mist over. I pull her into a hug trying to bring some sort of comfort to her.
Taking a deep breath she continues with her story. "People around me don't exist there. Things are soft swirls of color and fluff. Sometimes I go places in my head and I can never stop it. Honestly, in a way I don't' want it to end." She finished talking and walked away from me. Towards the parked black SUV that was our original destination.