I Listen to My Inner Voice

My inner voice, my conscience, can prick me but too it can goad me into doing things, pretty much like the devil and the Angel sitting on your shoulders cliché.

Last night I went to dinner with a doctor from another part of the hospital where I work, who had asked me out on a date a number of times before, and after dinner we went back to my apartment for a coffee and I played a vinyl record that I'd spoken to him about.

That little voice seemed clamorous with him relaxed listening to music, without his shoes on.