Who are you?
You’re always here.
What are you?
Might I say how it freezes and the fireplace blows out each time you return.
I can’t see you.
Step out of the dark.
Behind me.
Under the table.
Come out!
I’ll scream if you don’t show your face.
Come out!
I’ll scream murder in the dark.
I lean back in the chair.
I breath deeply and immensely.
Fine.
Stay there but don’t make a sound.
A sound ever so quiet in the back of my mind.