it didn’t take long to realize something wasn’t quite right.
the feeling settled in quickly, a strange sort of anxiety and forgotten memory tugging at the back of my mind, a subtle stress creeping up.
in the air, perfume lingered, unusual as i never wore it, and i had the sense that someone had been by recently. here, in my room – i crossed the floor in two strides, tottering on spindly high heels and readying myself mentally for some unknown enemy to pounce –
the perfume grew stronger as i moved through the apartment, swirling in dizzying invisible clouds. i could almost see the haze over my eyes, hear some voice singing in the background. i never left music playing unless i was present; there was no reason for it.
as if hypnotized, i danced through the rooms, graceful from an unknown source.
the door opened, and she smiled.