Something broke when she woke.
It wasn't the kettle,
Or her shoelace,
Or even an ant's back under her shoe, as she trod through the grass.
It was more subtle,
Invisible, almost, to the untrained eye.
It lay under her skin, all day
Like a rock formation submerged in the sea
That only just made the waves above it differ from their usual pattern.
A subtle, quiet swirling.
Just enough to disturb a boat.
To make a sailor go "oh!".
To make a bitter taste in the back of her throat.