Somewhere in this house a child is laughing. Footsteps run down the hall above me then
stop. Then start again followed by the
laughter. I don’t know who she is, only
that she will not leave. I have asked
her to go many times. I’ve tried to be
reasonable. I’ve asked her what she
wants but it’s as if she doesn’t hear me at all. She only stops and looks, then smiles and
runs away and up the stairs to resume her game.
I don’t know what to do. I’m
afraid that she will never leave. This
used to be a peaceful house. She doesn’t
care about that. She wants only to play
and to laugh and to torment me.
There are times when I wish that I wasn’t quite so dead.
