The urge is strong today.
The “fetal-position-curling, hands-over-ears-humming, clawing-myself-bloody” urge that is.
What?
Doesn’t everybody get those?
Oh.
Just ignore the humming lump on the couch, then.
It’s better that way.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
The Hum
The Words & Madness of Chloe Stowe 