You are like the drunk Mother Theresa.
You are even louder in person that I thought you would be.
Can you please sit still?
I can see your nipple.
I have had a strange few weeks.
I feel just extra sensitive to the world around me.
Don't stand so close to me.
I may hear what you are thinking.
I may sense the way you feel.
You look like you need something.
I could cry on cue.
You don't even have to ask.
Just come over to me and let me touch you.