Footsteps of the mind

What’s that you said?

You didn’t? It’s all just in my head?

I close my eyes. Think pleasant thoughts.

What is it now?

Just ones and noughts.

Breathe deeply.  It’s code. A message, ill-defined.

I’m not insane. It’s only footsteps of the mind.

Written in response to the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge, March 26, 2019, issued by the brilliant Baristas at Go Dog Go Cafe.  If you don’t know them, drop in for a coffee and a chat.

I’m going slightly mad. It’s finally happened.