Unsettled, she moves through every room with swiftness.
Her eyes dart around each space which stimulates new thoughts before the previous ones have completed. Her gestures, as spontaneous as her thinking, alter her body into angular shapes that morph without clean transitions.
She is sharp like a jangled sound.
She walks to the desk, the bureau, the kitchen table. At each juncture she must pause to recollect why she is standing there. To find a paper? Fold the laundry? Clean the dishes?
What she set out to do moments prior is lost so she keeps moving in this stuttered state of being.
For a day, she starts and stops and starts again until at twilight, she gives herself permission to get in her bed, start anew tomorrow.