what she noticed

She saw the world around her every day of her life. And so when she noticed, she wondered how she hadn't noticed all along, the ever-growing black holes. The holes in her reality.

Once she'd noticed them, she couldn't seem to un-notice them. They were there all of the time, no matter what she was doing or how she was feeling.

And after she'd noticed the black holes she began to notice other things too.

She noticed that she was naked. That she'd always been naked. And that what she was desperately clinging to an old piece of cloth, trying to cover herself. The piece of cloth however was too small, and wouldn't hide all that she wanted it too.

She also noticed the clock that followed her around constantly. She noticed how everything the clock left in it's trail looked different. It tinted the scenery somehow.

She noticed that her hair was caught on a tree branch. Twined, tangled, and looped around it. Though she had no idea when or how it had gotten caught. Or how she hadn't noticed it happen, or noticed the great tree that she'd been dragging around behind her.

After all of this, she noticed another black hole. Not torn in to the world this time. But in to her.

She couldn't bare to look at it. So she crossed her eyes and looked within herself. Searching for answers.

She could believe that she hadn't noticed the holes in the world. She could believe that she hadn't noticed her nakedness, and she could even believe she hadn't noticed her hair getting tangled in that tree. But how could she not have noticed a hole inside of her very self.