Number [drabble]

Look at her. You're doing it, right? Now, look at yourself. You start listing your differences.... your similarities.... your everything. The comparisons go on and on. On and on. On and on.

A smile is plastered on her face, with the same painted on yours. You look so captivated.... she looks so dull. It looks as if she's itching to say something, yet doesn't know how. You side-glance at her, attempting to look normal. You try to figure out her deal.... her problem. Her life.

The difference? She's one.

You contemplate how it's possible--how she'll only be one.

She's the only one who feels like she's one.