Darling

She was floating again. Since she had appeared two nights ago, she had taken to floating at the edge of the bed. Her 50’s nurse garb trailed to my floor, it looked bleach and stiff. Dead, just as she said.

Her form made my mouth dry into a great dessert. It was as if she had stolen my voice. Quietly ripping my vocal chords. It was her magic.

I gulped, trying to regain saliva. “Why are you here?”

My question seemed to amuse her again. Her laugh was like popcorn, salty, quick, and chirping. “Darling, I’m waiting for you to die.”