A Macdrabble tale

THAT SONG

 

I hate that song. The tune annoys me and I can’t tell what the words are. It’s everywhere I go. It’s like a worm burrowing into my brain. I can’t get it out of my head.

 

It’s taken me over and controlling my thoughts. They are not thoughts I should be having.

 

I’m whistling. I’m humming. I’m thinking. It won’t go away.

 

I take a shower, go for a walk, write a drabble. I do anything to get it out of my head. Why is it always, always playing. I’m going mad.

 

There it is again. Tormenting. A painful earworm.