OH HELLO THERE!!! ~

Pardon the caps, I recently lost my voice. I’m overcompensating for it, now that I can just – TYPE DIRECTLY INTO YOUR EYEBALLS. DOES IT FEEL LIKE I’M YELLING? I’M YELLING IN SPIRIT. AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Something weird happened this morning. Yep getting straight into it. Try to keep up. I am full of caffeine from all the honey tea everyone has been ordering me to drink. Let me paint you a word picture.

It’s about 5:30am. My studio apartment is way up high in an old hotel building. The pinks and golds of dawn are filtering through the gaps in the curtains. I am conked the fuck out, dreaming about fighting someone who doesn’t exist hypothetically stealing an idea of mine and presenting it to my manager as if it was theirs. You know. Adult dreams. All of a sudden I am startled awake. Somewhere in between sleeping and waking I hear:

“Dylan is … cool.”

Thoroughly out of it, I open one eye and point it in the direction I thought the sound came from. The darkened bathroom. Now, I don’t think for a second that it will surprise you to know that no one was there. But what MAY surprise you, and what surprised me, was that within my eyesight, I see Flynn propped up on one elbow, also confusedly looking at the bathroom. I ask: “did you hear that voice?”

Flynn, a flurry of blond curls and unease, whips her head around and looks at me like I’ve grown another eyeball in the middle of my face. “I heard … something.” She admits. I ask her if she could make out the words. She responds by muttering something, burrowing into her comforter, and immediately passing out.

I laid awake for entire minutes reflecting on what had just happened, before I returned to my dream, just in time to shoot a real zinger at that nonexistent coworker of mine. Flynn and I haven’t spoken of it since. Maybe I dreamed it. Or. Maybe. There’s a narcissistic poltergeist named Dylan who hangs out in our bathroom. Stranger things have happened. Probably. Maybe?
- [RED]