In too deep

And a fallen angel sat there chewing her halo, which by this time had slipped right down to permanently cover her eyes when it was worn. And she watched the other and marvelled. But, understandably, the other had not noticed that she was. Until the day that she finally could take it no more and she tugged at his hem and said “Notice me.” Which was wrong, for it was not her place to be noticed, which she knew immediately and so she hid, now afraid.

But it was too late, he had turned and said, puzzled “I think I have heard that voice before. Who are you?”

So now she chews her halo and wonders how to keep out of the way and not get noticed again.