My eyes are open, but I don't see. I can hear, but I don't always listen. Everything is distorted in here. Everything is routine. Sometimes it's ordinary. Sometimes it's amazing. It's pretty small. I try to make room for others to join me, but I don't seem to be able to shrink small enough. It's just me. I'm alone.
This is my world from inside the bubble.
Unfortunately, the view is not quite this nice, but I do have my bubble decorated nicely. It's a little rustic and a lot cozy. It surrounds me as I go about my day to day routines. Somehow it doesn't burst as I take my morning shower, make my coffee, get the kids ready, head to school to drop them off, then it's off to work for me. Still, I'm in that bubble. The radio is on and I may hum along to a song, but ask me what song I was listening to after it's over and I probably can't tell you. It's the bubble. It distorts.
Current events? What's that? The news may be on. I see images. I see pain, suffering, sorrow, pointing fingers, back stabbing, stealing, murdering...But don't ask me who, what, when, where or why. I'm in the bubble and that kind of stuff doesn't happen in here. Ever.
Unless...I write it and it exists in the fictional world I've created. A fictional world that is also full of love and laughter, mystery and intrigue, danger and adventure. A fictional world that always, always ends with a Happily Ever After. After all, it is my bubble and I can do what I want in here.
Do you have a bubble? What's yours like?
SIS Barb aka Elle J Rossi