Whoever It Was, Whether I Knew Them

My Voice Is Clotted With Unshed Tears.

Everyone's Moving On Without Me, Into A World I Don't Understand.

Why Can't Parents Dance? Is It Some Universal Law Of Physics Or Something?

If I Worked At White Globe Consulting, I Wouldn't Be Able To Do My Job. I Would Spend All Day Texting The Other People In The Office, Asking Them What Was Going On Today And Had They Heard Anything New And What Did They Think Was Going To Happen. Hmm. Maybe It's A Good Thing I'm Not In An Office Job.

I Feel All Agitated, Like One Of Those Snow Globes You See Resting Peacefully On Shop Counters. I Was Perfectly Happy Being An Ordinary, Dull Little Swiss Village. But Now Jack Harper’s Come And Shaken Me Up, And There Are Snowflakes All Over The Place, Whirling Around Until I Don’t Know What I Think Anymore. And Bits Of Glitter, Too. Tiny Bits Of Shiny, Secret Excitement.