There were kids running around the house when I got there, a niece and nephew? We went into a bedroom that was setup kind of like a home office / guest room and there was a sliding door out to a back yard. It seemed like your personal space where you worked, isolated when you needed to recharge, and sometimes slept. As we spoke you made some references to the conflicting voices in your head on what to do, and I asked if the one dominating had a name. You just threw out a name, it was very White Christmas. I wasn’t sure if it was just the phrasing everyone uses in reference to the little voice inside their head telling them what’s right for them. That little intuition, that little conscience. It got late, we’d been talking and when I realized the time you said I should stay so I was considering it. You had your arm around me as we laid there and we heard the front door out by the living room unlock and open. You rushed out since it was Anna and I remained where I was wondering what was going to come of this. I wasn’t sure if she’d left on vacation and was back unexpectedly early or if this was just your personal space she never bothered to enter. I heard conversation but couldn’t make out what was actually being said outside of her being aware it was me, and you stressing whatever this was had just started. She didn’t seem to care at all, like she was too preoccupied herself, or didn’t have the emotional capacity to pay it any attention. She was basically indifferent and she didn’t want to know anything. I wandered out into the hall and the house was empty, then walked into another room with these ivory and eggplant colored drapes and sheets everywhere. That’s all I can remember. In the words of MDFMK, get out of my head. I can’t break like this every morning.