It was the strangest thing. Emi was in her room. Dressed in her pyjamas. The toothbrush in her mouth. The foam slipping out from the sides of her mouth, staining her chin. A glazed look in her eyes. She just stood staring into the mirror. Searching for answers, an explanation, where none could be found. In the end, she finished brushing her teeth. Washed her mouth. And her chin. And her face. Dried it with the face towel. Went back out into her bedroom. Stood in the middle of the room, staring between her bed and the door. It was a difficult choice to make. On the one side, she knew she had to go to bed. The clock read 9:45. She should be hitting the bed now. Who knew how long before the sandman came knocking. On the other side, she couldn’t remember getting here. To this point. To this pl
