Peripheral

Movement. There was always movement, even in the quietest most still moments. There seemed to be no reprieve from the movement. For a while she thought her vision was flawed, but quickly learned her vision was fine. She even learned to control what she saw for a brief period, but that was short lived.

As she sat there in the restaurant with her friends, she could see the movement in her peripheral the same as she saw everything else. She closed her eyes for a moment to regain control. That helped, for now at least. For the time being, she could have dinner with her friends without the extra distractions.

After dinner was done and she was home alone, she could see it again in her peripheral. Again, she closed her eyes to regain her focus. She took a shower, moisturized her skin, braided her freshly washed hair into a single plait, then sat at the edge of her bed in silence. She lived for these quiet moments where she was able to hear herself think. Just as she felt content and at peace with the world, she saw a figure moving in her peripheral again. A reminder that she was not alone, and that their world overlapped with her own.