The whispers are now heard. I'm in the place of my creation. I can go where ever I want. She said it loud and clear. I could hear her far in the back of my mind.
More people appear wondering where and who they are.
Some have faces others are part of the faceless crowd. They are the people I pass everyday, catching a glimpse and hurrying by, seeing but not really seeing, thinking about other things. My thoughts are here and there. Hands are holding objects. Boxes and eggs.