I was alone.
Then I heard a voice...
"Hello? Is anyone there?"
It was a small American voice, not the voice of a child exactly, more like that of a tiny under-nourished androgynous adult.
I looked around.
I was still the only person in the room.
I must have imagined it.
I carried on getting changed.
"Hello" repeated the diminutive Yank.
I looked around. There was DEFINITELY nobody else in the room.
"Is anybody there?" persisted the voice.
"Oh my god." I thought "This is it, it's finally happened, I am hearing voices."
I looked around once again, I knelt on the floor to check there was no one trapped behind the lockers and to check to see if I could see a borrower (I wish I could say at this point I'm exercising poetic license, but I really did check).
"Hello" The soft voice asked again.
"What should I do?" I pondered "Should I reply? Should I tell one of my friends? I might be on medication for the rest of my life. But no, I can't reply because then that would be to make the voice real."
"Is anyone there?"
No! The voice was trapped inside my head.
I sat down on the bench.
"What if this is the voice I'm always going to hear?" My mind raced with questions as I continued to be asked if anyone was there "It has a really annoying accent, this is a disaster. I at least wanted a voice with some gravitas, this voice is just whining and a bit shy."
Just as I thought this I lent back on one of the lockers.
The voice sounded again and as it did the locker gently vibrated.
I quickly looked around and then put my ear to the locker. I was about to say "Hello?" When I realised that the voice was someone's idiot ring tone and not that of a borrower, nor my brain.
That above process lasted around 45 seconds.
So to conclude I'm not actually mad, well only in the respect that I'm not hearing voices, I suppose I might be a bit to believe I actually was, and a little madder still, to briefly consider the possibly that the voice belonged to a Borrower!
1 comment:
so funny :D
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