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He lives in an airtight bubble.

Everywhere he goes, he would knock chairs and tables down.

Nothing comes in; nothing comes out.

Just him inside the bubble,

alone

with his thoughts.

Alone in his own little world.

She lives at the corner of his mind.

She treads the edge of the bubble everyday,

carrying a tray

and a smile.

The warmth of coffee seeped through the small cracks of his little safety confines.

This alarmed him

and so he pushed her further

into the corner.

He pushed so hard that she fell over.

The bubble burst when her face leaked water.