🌠 HAROLD THE VOICE IN JOSH'S HEAD 🌠

My life is confusing. Really it is. I can walk upstairs and sit with Shay and Jakey, even though I am a voice in Josh's head exclusively. Being in anyone else's head would be a federal crime, for me anyway. I'm talking up a storm, but neither Shay or Jakey can hear me. They're talking up a storm of their own, anyhow. They wouldn't be able to hear me even if I was a voice in one of their heads. It really is complicated.

* Jacob Roberts *

Little Miss Iron Maiden is a whole lot more interesting than she seemed when Josh was talking to her. But, I think I ought to go back downstairs and see if Josh has cooled off a bit. "I'm going downstairs," I inform her. She nods. "Oh, and, Jakey?" I cringe at the name. "Yes?" "Tell Kitten he's an asshat for me, ok?" I top a pretend that. "Can do, ma'am." She erupts with laughter as I walk down the stairs.

"Hey, Kitten. Message from the lady : you're an asshat." Josh picks up his shoe and tosses it at me playfully. "Hey, the lady's words, not mine. Don't shoe the messenger!" Josh bursts out laughing. He throws his other shoe, too. I smile, remove my shoes, and throw both directly at his tummy. "Oh, direct hit!" I cry, victorious. He clutches his stomach and rolls off the couch, yelling in pain. "Oh, you got me!" He cries. Drama queen.