Talking To Myself

Talking To Myself

The daily prompt Complicated

“Sounds like they’re playing my song,” I don’t look up from the book I’m reading but I grin as I hear her sigh. “Come on babe, don’t pretend your not thinking about me.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re all sorts of complicated Alex,” she mutters but I don’t think she really means it.

“Babe? How would you define our relationship?” I ask then I yawn.

“What relationship? You’re Alex, you’re … not real.” She looks at me with a frown. “Are you?”

I shrug and start singing …

“Four o’clock in the morning
The lights are on and I’m talk, talk
Talking to myself”

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