Comfortable Madness First PDF 4-13-18

I stared at the trees on the other side of the window.
“He’s very handsome,” I said.
“I’m sure.”
“Violet,” I said. “His eyes are violet. Like Liz Taylor.”
It was a guess. His voice told me his face was square, clean
shaven, strong. His hands told me his eyes were violet.
“Maybe you’ll meet him,” I said.
“This is weird,” Tayla said.
“I’ll introduce you.”
“Maybe if you knew what he looked like,” she said.
“Maybe then, he’d be real.”
“He’s hurting you,” Tayla said.
“Sometimes,” I said.
“This isn’t real,” Tayla said.
“Nothing’s real,” I said.
“You know better than that,” Tayla said.
“Maybe,” I said. “Maybe not.”