Invasion.
.The milk spilled kitchen slabs spoke of her lost state of mind.
Being clumsy was quite a different thing than having a mind lost somewhere else. Believing me to be a child, she covered her lost state of mind by faking a chuckle over claiming herself a 'clumsy girl.'
I watched her wander in the kitchen in her attempt to make a cup of coffee for herself. Her mind refused to co-ordinate her organs after an emotionally exhausting day.
Her black hair packed into a lose bun fell over her shoulders and her eyes were swollen to tiny stars.
'Watch over! You were about to break the mug.'
I pulled her arm to grab her back to senses.
'Oh. I will take care.'
She blinked several times as she stammered an apology.
'What is it? You were so absorbed in coffee smoke. There must be some long gone memory that appeared in that steam.'
I made a guess.
'No. Nothing. It was not a memory.'
She turned her back to me and took her cup hurriedly.
'It was him.'
She whispered as she stumbled out of the kitchen.
It was not a blurred memory that made her forget herself but a vivid image that was imprinted on her eyes and what was now invading her tough
