For one whole day I was with her, and saw everything she did from my perch upon her shoulder. It scared me, horrified me and yet l was truly unable to look away. It was enthralling. Is this what it is like to live?
When she arrived home, I tried to remember every detail | had seen that day, and hoped I could find a way to store those recollections. She entered her bedroom and took off her jumper. 0nce more I became aware of the concept of me, not as an observer but as an entity, lacking any meaningful control over my life or the jumper I was inextricably nestled within. She placed the jumper in the hamper and closed the lid. Now I sit in the darkness and wonder. What happens next?