this morning #2224.

this morning, she was starting to harbor doubts about whether this was real life. felt more like a form of afterlife. she held up her hand. wiggled her fingers. dimmed vision. ethereal vibes largely characterized by an increased fluidity in her movements as she floated to the bathroom to pee. not actually floating. totally ghostlike though. effortless glide. perhaps she’d passed on overnight? if so, why’s she still in this subpar apartment? she’d expected the other side to be far more upscale. the bathroom mirror showed her reflection. positive sign. she breathed a sigh of relief but quickly sucked that breath back in as, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a shadow shift. whipped around to see what it was but there was nothing there. that is until the cloud of smoke appeared.