The darkness is absolute. I’m not sure if my eyes are open or closed. I strain to push the lids up, but they’re already wide. Something covers my mouth and nose, making breathing difficult. My lungs burn for air, but I can only suck in tiny mouthfuls through whatever smothers my face.
And it is just school. Ian enrolled me last week, so all I have to do is find the office and collect my class schedule. Then, of course, I have to find the right classrooms. The woman in the office is large and disorganized. Half-buried pens poke their noses out from under several precarious piles of paper.
“I know it’s here somewhere.” She shuffles through one of the stacks and I watch as an avalanche of forms cascades to the floor. Above me a clock ticks away the seconds with a sound like muffled gunfire. I sigh and lean on the counter. It’s only eight forty-two and already I’m exhausted.
As we walk, our shadows cutting a path through the moonlight, Lucy starts to sing.
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