Sharon

Sharon woke up.

She flailed against the sheets, kicked them off so they didn’t try to smother her again.  The walls blurred and fuzzed and then settled into the shapes of her room.  Steph sat in a rocking chair by the window, something hidden in her hands.

“What’s going on?” asked Sharon.

“Way, way too much,” Steph breathes.  She doesn’t look at her.  “There’s something coming, Shar.  And something else’s already here.”

“Why are you here?  I haven’t seen you in months, and then you -”

“Things are breaking down, Shar,”  Steph turned, her eyes starry black pools.

Sharon woke up.

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