I do this weird thing. When I feel thread bare and dull, like a leaf leftover from autumn, I want someone I trust to come and talk to me. But I don’t want to listen. I just want them to talk around me as I settle into sleep.

I thought that was an odd way to behave when you wanted to hear someone talk; but I suppose that when someone I trust it talking, I feel that they in charge–they now own my cares and bear them safely to their resting place.