With what little heat it yielded, the light filtered through the white blinds and replaced the shadows, bouncing time on the corners of my life to a night left well off said. I lifted my led head and raised a brow. A sleeping woman wearing red is lying next to me; I am in her waterbed, sinking, as was my memory. Her identity escaped me. I choked and giggled through panic cause I'm allergic to her fucking cat. The bedroom door flung open. Caught me again, she did; no more chances, I'm better off dead.

(© 2021 AC)

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