Inner Dialogues

She could not recall when her inner voice began to narrate her life. It noted every humdrum happenstance, each ordinary advent, as if there were indeed a story unfolding toward a bold and literary purpose. Until now the Teller had related her biography, in a subdued commentary. Now it openly opined upon every uninteresting moment. One day she caught the voice speaking as a thing apart from her. She blushed as if she had been discovered speaking naked behind an invisible microphone. The voice went on to say that her life was a going to be an American Masterpiece. She replied, smiling somewhat smugly, "carry on."