Clocked, timed and known II

Who was she? He couldn't remember. He wasn't sure of anything, only that he had met someone, a woman.

What was she trying to tell him? He wondered about her.

"You are my willing slave," she whispered inside of him.

Is that what he was?
He was alone in this world?
She was...

his master?

She lived in his soul?
She loved to live there?
She was
his soul?

"Leave me alone," he heard himself say,
"You're making me miserable."

"AM I?"

"Who are you?"

"I'm just a child."

How had she entered his soul? Did she enter when he was sleeping? How was she so powerful? She lived in his dreams?

"She speaks to you from inside your soul?"
"Yes."
"Can't you just ask her to leave?"
"It's not that easy."
"Just yell at her!"
"She's like a ghost or something."
"It's horrific."
"You mean she."
"Maybe you should get an exorcism."
"Who did you have in mind?"
"Father Kim is great at exorcisms."
"I will call him."