In a group. Surrounded by a conversation. Not a part of either.
I am there, but I am invisible.
I speak, but my voice is unheard.
I leave, but my absence goes unnoticed.
My return is just as unseen
I am present, but I am not there.
The conversation fades to a hum, then disappears into the silence.
The people are next to go, then the location follows.
I no longer see where my body is. What I see does not exist, no matter how much I wish it to be real. I am still ignored, but that's fine as I am ignoring the world.
Then, a hand on my shoulder, a special word spoken to me, and the spell is broken. The world is revealed to me once again and it is time to go.
But I have a secret smile, a knowing smile. Because my world is waiting for me, whenever I need it.
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RandomShort stories where YOU to decide what they mean. OR Short stories that were written without any planning ahead of time
