the threads in her head

"I didn't!" she exclaims.

I'm momentarily stunned, sucked into a strong whirlpool of memories. Her voice fills my mind. That inflection of the voice, the way it's drawn out - it's like hers, yet not. Her voice is more beautiful.

All day long after my classmate exclaims that "I didn't", I hear her voice, I recall the nuances of her voice. My classmate caught the inflection, but her voice isn't as nice as hers. Hers was beautiful and bright, sweet, and warm, so so full of warmth, full, round, bubbly... the joy, the sweet light rumbling twinkles of her voice; one could hear laugher and chuckles in every word.

Like music. No, much better than music! The type of voice one never tires of hearing, more welcoming than any music, any fond songs. Lilting sweetness, country warmth.

When will I hear it again..