Twenty-four
The pungent odor of ammonia burned into the fog that Dani drifted in. She tried to get away from it. There was a reason she didn’t want to leave. A good reason. If she could just remember what it was. The smell followed her. She coughed. When she did, little spikes of pain made a headache crown for her head, digging deep into the fog.
“Come on, Willow. Open your eyes,” a man’s voice said. It was a nice voice, gentle and filled with love. God’s voice? she wondered, remembering she was probably dead. That’s why she didn’t want to leave the fog. The Queen of Denial. She giggled.
“Cleopatra,” she murmured. The smell stabbed into her nose again, sparking another cough. It seemed God didn’t have a sense of humor.
“Let me be dead a little longer. I’ll get up soon. Promise.”
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