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Thinking of the voice sent little shivers of anxiety crackling up and down Kaylee’s spine, and she got the uncanny feeling that she was being watched. Getting up to rinse out her cereal bowl, using liberal amounts of soap, she glanced over each shoulder, her eyes probing the familiar room for anything out of the ordinary. Finding nothing, Kaylee moved into the living room, flopping down on the comfy, worn couch with a sigh as she tried to mentally prepare herself for work. She loved the work environment, of course- but it was always such a let down when she had to leave and enter the busy, germ infested world.
As she passed the refrigerator, a vibrantly pink Post-It note screamed into her corneas and begged to be picked up. She recognized her own handwriting, and must have forgotten about writing it and sticking it there, although she wasn’t sure how she’d forgotten such a searingly bright hue. “Don’t take Silver and Stien to work today!” it cried, and Kaylee knitted her eyebrows together in confusion. She definitely would have remembered writing such a cryptic note.
Shrugging it off, she contributed it to late night ramblings, which she was prone to, and threw on her coat and shoes, preparing to head out into the brisk morning sunlight. As an extra precaution against the bitter, vengeful cold, she grabbed a pair of gray gloves to protect her long, slender hands- piano hands, they were often called. As she did so, the voice made a reoccurrence and wittily commented, “Don’t forget a scarf!”
Kaylee’s silver-gray eyes filled with tears, partly because she couldn’t believe she was going so crazy, and partly because she thought the voice was mocking her. She shouldn’t listen to a stupid voice in her head- it was just her worries and preoccupations manifesting themselves in different ways, as her psychiatrist would say. Regardless, she made sure to grab her blue woolen scarf on her way out the door and decided to take an alternate route to work. It was really best not to be careless.