Sophie dreams of Jessica.
It's the same sequence since her twin ran off on her last minute research trip.
Jessica's face is underwater.
Her skin is pale, but her amber eyes are wide and she's screaming, though Sophie can't make out her words.
Jessica's mouth is obscured by bubbles and something black emerges from her lips.
like ink.
It spreads and coils in the dark water.
Then it morphs like tentacles, reaching outwards and doubling back towards Jessica until they penetrate her ears.
Her jaw widens in a silent scream until her mouth too is filled with blackness.
Her eyes shimmer to obsidian coal and Sophie wakes with a start to the sound of a fog horn alarm.
Sitting upright, Sophie calms her breath, pulling her thick ebony hair from her clammy face.
Her bedsheets are saturated, despite her breath fogging in the frigid air.
For a moment...
She forgets about the night before and reaches to switch off the alarm.
But in the transition from dream to reality, Jessica's box, her obscure poem, and the braid of hair comes flooding back to her.
The memory of Jessica's phone no longer receiving messages comes crashing into her chest and hollows out her stomach.
In a daze, Sophie goes through the motions.
Sophie dreams of Jessica.
It's the same sequence since her twin ran off on her last minute research trip.
Jessica's face is underwater.
Her skin is pale, but her amber eyes are wide and she's screaming, though Sophie can't make out her words.
Jessica's mouth is obscured by bubbles and something black emerges from her lips.
like ink.
It spreads and coils in the dark water.
Then it morphs like tentacles, reaching outwards and doubling back towards Jessica until they penetrate her ears.
Her jaw widens in a silent scream until her mouth too is filled with blackness.
Her eyes shimmer to obsidian coal and Sophie wakes with a start to the sound of a fog horn alarm.
Sitting upright, Sophie calms her breath, pulling her thick ebony hair from her clammy face.
Her bedsheets are saturated, despite her breath fogging in the frigid air.
For a moment...
She forgets about the night before and reaches to switch off the alarm.
But in the transition from dream to reality, Jessica's box, her obscure poem, and the braid of hair comes flooding back to her.
The memory of Jessica's phone no longer receiving messages comes crashing into her chest and hollows out her stomach.
In a daze, Sophie goes through the motions.
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