A Telephone Call

I imagine this would make a great monologue.
I both delighted in this and cringed at this. Delighted because I enjoyed this kind of ambiguity, is this internal stream of consciousness the thoughts of a woman with OCD or some sort of disorder — is she a reliable narrator, or is this a woman who is suffering in an abusive relationship? Cringe because this could be termed the worse case of ‘wait by the phone' ever and also recognize the anxiety/neuroticism/insecurity as one of my biggest fears that that's what I'll be reduced to — my personal hell, like ‘The Yellow Wallpaper'.

Some have marked it as humor, but it could also be viewed as horror.