I got dizzy last night. Felt as though I’d fall down, right to the floor then stay there spinning as someone threw knives just a little too close to my ears.
“What’s wrong?” Y asks.
I shake my head, the leaves painted along the wall behind her start crawling upwards, over themselves.
“Just a little dizzy,” I say, closing my eyes.
She comes and sits on the floor in front of me, holds my hand.
“It’s probably the weather,” she says. I nod, standing. I walk to the kitchen for some tea. N comes in.
“Do you want some tea?” I ask.
He frowns. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I just feel dizzy.”
The worrying starts at the tip of his nose. It gets in his mouth and eyes. He walks off without saying a word. I go back into the bedroom. It is at a different angle than it had been…
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