SUMMER
We took the magic mushrooms with the last of the wine.
The taste was — earthy. Slightly bitter. Not unpleasant. Maya had assured us the effects would take an hour to come on, which gave us time to get ready for sleep — wash our faces, brush our teeth, turn off the lights, arrange ourselves three across in my bed in a row, like sisters in an old photograph.
Maya in the middle. Alex on one side. Me on the other.
"This is so weird," Maya whispered, after the lights were off.
"It's so weird," Alex agreed.
"I'm a little scared."
"Me too."
"What if I see something horrible?"
"You won't see something horrible. You'll see something true."
"Sometimes those are the same thing."
I did not say anything. I lay on my back with my hand against my sternum, where the flicker was still war
