Tell me

What are you listening? I ask, whispering behind her. What are you listening? I ask again, slowly murmuring. What are you listening? Again. Agnes looks me really bushed and says nothing, just shrinks of shoulders and turns herself back. What are you listening? I get on top of her and touch her blond and long and soft n’ beautiful hair, and then I whisper: what are you thinking? BUT SHE SAYS NOTHING. What do you feel? I’m worried and I start playing with her hair. What do you want me to do? I mutter. What is going on in your mind? I feel an extreme anxiety. Are you feeling it too? She doesn’t responds. Are you gonna talk to me? What are you listening, babe? Do you want me to go? What are you thinking? Are you feeling lonely? Are you fucking kidding me? Are you listening to me?