So there I was, eating me cornflakes enjoying a lovely cool breeze, and I allowed my mind to wander. Dangerous stuff that, when eating your cornflakes.
I munched and crunched, and with each bite I could hear footsteps across a gravelled courtyard. “Halt!” A voice shouted as I swallowed. I took another mouthful, and heard the footsteps start once again.
“HALT I SAID!” bellowed the voice. I started to wonder if the voice was telling me to halt eating, or the imaginary footsteps, whoever they belonged to, to stop marching.
I brought myself back to my senses, and continued eating anyway. Through the open window, I could hear the gaggle of geese fly away into the distance, honking and chattering as they did so.
Maybe Goose Leader wanted some of my cornflakes and was commanding his gaggle to stop and try and get some. Its funny, isn’t it, the things you hear when you aren’t truly listening?
Tom
Hearing an actual voice must be so disconcerting, bad enough when they’re in your head…
LikeLiked by 2 people
One could argue if the voice was or wasn’t in my head.
Me? I’m undecided! 😉
LikeLiked by 1 person
Sometimes I can hear my neighbour’s conversations as I try to sleep – good job I’ve learned to ignore them!
Have a good one Tom!!! 🙂 ❤
Blessed Be!!! 🙂 ❤
Prenin.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Eek! Neighbours’ conversations.
Thanks, Prenin.
LikeLike
Crunching cornflakes, crunching footsteps… hmmmm… 😉
LikeLiked by 1 person
My mind crunches as my mouth munches, Diane…
LikeLiked by 1 person