There’s, a stranger in my house, she’s, RIGHT there, can’t anybody ELSE see her?  I KNOW I’m NOT hallucinating ALL of this!  There she is again, why isn’t anybody comin’ to help me?

nope, not my photo…

Stranger in my house, and that stranger is me!  I’d become, so very, deteriorated that I can’t even recognize my own reflections from the windows, the bathroom mirrors, or my own dressing mirror anymore…

Stranger in my house, there’s NO way of coping with this, I can only hope, that she’s not here, to harm me, and I don’t think she is at all, here, to harm me, you know?  Several times, she’d just remained silent, and stared, and from time to time, smiled at me.

not my photo still…

So, I’d grown, accustomed, to this “stranger” in my house, and her presence here, inside my house, where I live all alone on my own, had become, comforting to me now, it’s just, that every now and then, when I look up and see here, I’d still get, shell-shocked, but I do make the recoveries quickly enough………