Today
The day started as every other day. She woke up, too sweaty to even breath. Her skin shining under the morning sun that was almost inside the tiny Chicago apartment. Her fingers brushed gently the flower that was sitting patiently next to the window. Next to it was an old black notebook. The black cover was teared on many places. The pages half ripped inside. The only thing that was left from her past. The only evidence that somewhere before, years and years she existed. Maybe under a different name, working a different job, dating different guy, but she did exist. Somewhere between times maybe. The warm water hugged her tiny body.
