I am very easily distracted. Sometimes I struggle to finish a ...This morning we were talking about something very important. Really quite significant, I’m sure. I suspect my close attention will prove critical at some later date. There was some considerable detail, of that I’m almost certain. But have you ever noticed how steam floats up from a teacup? I mean, I’ve seen steam before. Who hasn’t? But have you ever really looked at it. Maybe it was something to do with the light; there it was, crystal clear, gossamer ribbons of vapour. Silky slips of steam. Twisting and twirling. Beautiful through the sunlight. It looked solid enough to touch but it danced around my fingers when I reached to stroke it. It was quite magical.
The room seemed to go silent.
I felt completely alone.
I think I heard a door slam.