She's Nerdy She's Crazy

She’s nerdy. She’s crazy. She’s nuts. She’s naïve. I smile, listening. Hoping it is me they are talking about. Shh! What’s the matter? I think she’s IN THERE! I scoot into my turned over refrigerator box. And pull my giant owl pillow in front of the entrance. Wanting them to continue. Needing them to continue. I hear footsteps. I stop breathing. “She’s odd, but likeable.” New sharp voice. “WHO?” Damn. No one shuts down conversation faster than this idiot. Lower voices now. I can no longer hear. I hate New Sharp Voice all day long.