Sophie’s subconscious Subconscious Sophie. That was her. That took too long to say-erm-think. She was going to call herself Sub Sophie, yes. Wait… she had more purpose, Sophie, the real Sophie, she was screaming. She was screaming for help. ‘What did you want?’ Sub Sophie asked. As she said the words, she seemed to take a form. Before, she was just a thought, just an idea, a dream. Now, she had blonde hair, brown eyes, and comfortable clothes. Sophie before she knew she was an elf. No, she needed to change again. ‘Be in the present.’ She told herself. Sub Sophie took a breath. ‘Wow.’ Her only word for herself. She looked like the real Sophie. ‘The real Sophie. I need to find the real Sophie.’ Sub Sophie looked around her. ‘Wait, why am I being narrated?’ Her question was ignored as the silence of Sophie’s mind— ‘What? Nope! Rewrite that! I am not being controlled by some know-it-all narrator!’ Sub Sophie— - I said enough! Wait… Am I, am I doing this myself? No, that’s crazy! Wait… wow! I’m thinking! And I can see what Sophie sees! And I see… - Sub Sophie watched in shock as she saw… Sub Sophie looked up to the sky. ‘Oh, I can’t think for myself anymore…’ What did Sub Sophie see? ‘Okay, okay! I don’t need a prompt. I saw… Keefe.’
