Never on the Same Page

She was never on the same page as the people around her
Sometimes ahead, sometimes behind,
always in a different chapter sometimes even in a completely different book.

Voices collided around her in a cacophony of sound but she could not keep up.
All of the laughter of things she could not understand.
She tried, oh Goddess, she tried but she fell behind.
Her mind would wander to something that was deeper, darker than what everyone around her was spilling forth.

A comment from her would not fit in. Silence. Stares. Then she would laugh nervously and step back.

Always on the edge.

Daydreamer.
Night writer.

Sleepwalker.

A quick learner she pulled her cards close to her chest.Quieted down and watched.

Her book was filled with chapters of fantasy that brought a smile to her face.

Coffee in the mornings.
Blankets warm. Snuggles on the couch while the fire crackles cheerily nearby and the silence is only broken by the turning of the pages they would read together.
Snow would fly and it would not matter for the warmth within was all that was needed.
Sunshine in the afternoons that took one outside into the forest to explore.
Simple. Quiet. Accepting.

On the fringe again she ducked her head feeling the corner of loneliness tug her backwards.
She had to fight. She did not want to go back to being lost in her mind. She wanted to be with everyone. She wanted to be funny again. To get the joke. To be able to tell the joke.

Strength was waning for she may win some battles the war was wearing her thin.

For once she wanted to win.
Wanted the blue ribbon.
To touch her fantasy and sigh with relief that it is real.
No more ghosts.