Nicola Dobinson13 February 2018
I wake up to something vibrating in my bra. There’s a moment of groggy incomprehension before I remember what it is. Pulling the still-buzzing phone out, I glance at the time: 7:00am. At least I managed to sleep through the noise of the garbage trucks, one of the silver linings of being deaf! I switch the phone off and get out of bed. It’s not the most traditional of alarm clocks, I know.
The first time I came out of myself it was not how they had described.
A hum under the surface, weighted and distant.
I changed my lipstick three times
ironed my shirt
borrowed my mum’s shoes.
Sophie Raphael looks at To the Bone and Talking to Anorexia
You heard the music before you ever saw it, although I suppose that’s regular.
I hauled my shopping bag up higher so the cans would dig into me. My briefcase balanced me out just nice.
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