PERCEPTUAL BLINDNESS
You called to tell me everything is coming up roses for you now. The previous most important person in your life had gotten in touch and wanted to be friends again. You expressed exactly how this made you feel, how happy you were. How relieved.
I managed some form of surface excitement for you, but I could feel the obligation leaving me. A tether cut, with such tension springing the rope to flung life. It could be like a switch of sorts, a trade of items that are the same weight. Indiana Jones, the object’s pressure change wouldn’t be noticed. Begging for perceptual blindness. I could finally leave.
You talked at me for an hour and a half. I sat very still and hoped you’d never call back.