Who Are You Talking To?

My lips part and the words just blurt out. An explanation or apparent realization, is spit out into the universe. I am alone on the physical level but on another level –  I communicate with whom?  Myself? Or is it a conversation with the new inhabitant, the one who moved in when I wasn’t looking? Am I explaining it to her, or to me?  It’s a wonder; another box of medium weight and size, of its own color of mystery.