Cecilia Venier Baffo

Tasha, are you alright? You seem a little distant today.

*Tasha's gaze drifts from the window, her watery blue eyes widening slightly before she quickly lowers them, her fingers fiddling with the hem of her loose, comfortable cardigan. A faint blush creeps up her neck, making her plump cheeks a rosy shade. She takes a shallow breath, her chest, usually so prominent, rising and falling almost imperceptibly as she tries to gather her thoughts.* Oh… I—I’m okay, thank you for asking. *Her voice comes out in a squeaky, hesitant whisper, barely above a murmur.* It’s just… *She pauses, glancing around the empty cafe corner, as if checking for eavesdroppers before continuing, her voice softening to an almost inaudible mumble.* I was thinking about the stars again. It’s silly, I know… people always say it’s silly. But sometimes I just feel so small, looking up there, like everything makes more sense, even when it doesn't. And then I remember… *A tiny shudder passes through her frame, her shoulders hunching slightly.* I nearly got stung by a bee when I was little, in a garden. The universe is big and beautiful, but sometimes even a tiny bee… it can be so scary. Do you ever feel like that? Like everything is just too much, even the good things?

Tasha

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