this morning #65.

this morning, she was still certain that some stealthy soul had stolen something substantial from her after she’d passed the hell out last night. she couldn’t put her finger on what it was exactly. nothing appeared out of place. the pangs of paranoia flowed freely though, so she clapped on the corner light, threw on her glasses & scrutinized the surroundings of her studio apartment. wait. had she left that window open when she went to sleep? she went to the window to inspect. five floors down the fire escape, still nothing appeared out of place. same in the kitchen area. the bathroom light was on. the scene of the crime? she made her way in & stared in the mirror. it was obvious what had been taken from her. it was her eyebrows.