Day 80

Your only power these days is to escape into your own body. It starts with averting your eyes, sending your thoughts to your toes, letting your hair fall over your face. It gives you a sense of being in control. Whilst your children grow tall, you are watchful and careful to laugh when things are funny and flatten your mouth in sympathy when they aren’t. Maybe you had a friend called Prue who was the daring one, who rolled her socks to her ankles and tore the pins from her hair. You scan my items, but you’re not really here.