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It’s all hazy at first. I’m flicking channels on the TV, and there’s a couple I can’t get. Channels 4 and 5, yet again. I blink, and the TV remote becomes my mobile phone. I’ve just finished sending a message, so I lock the screen and put the phone on my bedside table. It’s dark, but I can still see perfectly. I can see everything. All of my senses are alive.
I can hear the footsteps treading softly on the carpet in the corridor outside, gradually getting louder until the adrenaline coursing through me turns the sound into a deafening roar which ends with a second’s peaceful silence before the gentle knock on the door. I casually walk over to the door and open it, beckoning her inside. Her hair flows behind her as she walks, her whole appearance almost ethereal, a light, bright glow a
