Her eyes snapped open. Beads of perspiration stood out on her oddly pale face. The white pillowcase was streaked with tears and snot. Volusia sat up and hugged at her knees, more tearrs falling. Mi Lyyon was sitting at the end of her bed and looking up at her sympatheticaly. "His skin felt like rubber, cold, wet and slimy."
She had dreamed of one of her friends. He had died and was taken to her house for an autopsy. His big blue eyes were wide and glazed with death, and his small lips were slightly parted, showing his uneven white teeth. She brushed his shaggy blonde hair from his face and gazed at him absently. Her fingers found themselves running gently across his cold neck, across his ear and forehead, down his nose and stroking his ashen cheeks. Placing a small kiss on his forehead, Volusia pulled a white sheet over him.
The next day his body was brought out on a tray by her brother. The body had somehow been put in a white plastic bag and tied off the night before. Volusia's brother cut the bag open and the body fell out, preserved like a biology specimen. After hearing her gasp, He only remeined her he had been dead for a day. Volusia's confusion was ignored. She left the house to take a walk, and when she returned, the body was wadded up in the bag and on the floor of her kitchen. She could see him through the plastic. Tears rolled down her face, as Volusia hurled herself to her knees and begged for forgiveness.
She had dreamed of one of her friends. He had died and was taken to her house for an autopsy. His big blue eyes were wide and glazed with death, and his small lips were slightly parted, showing his uneven white teeth. She brushed his shaggy blonde hair from his face and gazed at him absently. Her fingers found themselves running gently across his cold neck, across his ear and forehead, down his nose and stroking his ashen cheeks. Placing a small kiss on his forehead, Volusia pulled a white sheet over him.
The next day his body was brought out on a tray by her brother. The body had somehow been put in a white plastic bag and tied off the night before. Volusia's brother cut the bag open and the body fell out, preserved like a biology specimen. After hearing her gasp, He only remeined her he had been dead for a day. Volusia's confusion was ignored. She left the house to take a walk, and when she returned, the body was wadded up in the bag and on the floor of her kitchen. She could see him through the plastic. Tears rolled down her face, as Volusia hurled herself to her knees and begged for forgiveness.