“Pitsu” she said, pointing to the stairs.
Something in her head was jangling. She knew what she should be saying but it just wouldn’t come out. Only baby words came.
She felt strange. Everything was surreal. And frightening. It was as if she could not quite manage it. Anything, that was. Her brain felt as if it wasn’t there. She looked at things and they looked different to how they should, and somehow she knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t quite organise that knowledge.
Only the other morning she had awoken to hear her hysband talking in the bedroom. She joined in with the conversation that he was having with the person standing in the corner of the room.
“Who are you talking to” he said.
“That person over there who you are talking to.”
“There’s nobody there,” replied her husband.
Confused, she laid back on the pillows. When was this cancer nightmare going to end? She knew she was being totally INCOHERENT