The woman in the sweatshirt made it to her apartment and takes her keys out, opening the door with a smile on her face she runs in and quickly closes the door "Auntie Mickey! you won't believe what just... happened"
The woman's smile faded away the moment she turns around in the empty doorway.
"Oh, yeah I forgot...you just died a few hours ago," the woman said sliding down the door at the door.
As reality sinks in.
The tears going down her cheeks while she sits on the floor lifelessly crying without a sound.
Feeling like her heart is about to burst out of her chest and the air struck in her throat that's burning hot like it's on fire and nose running endlessly while slowly suffocating her.
She tried to get up but it was useless.
So she crawled to the kitchen using her arms alone, and force herself up to sit in the chair.
The woman grads the paper towels and starts ripping and blowing her nose, rip some more sticking it in her mouth, and taking it back out.
After she did that her mouth was dry.
She slowly got out of the chair still holding on to the counter like a newborn learning how to walk.
She was able to make it to the table with water and takes it up but her hands were still trembling.