![]() ![]() That, Aisha reasoned, meant that all bets were off. Those books had always resonated with something in Aisha, something that whispered, “there’s more going on here than meets the eye.” She was nearly twenty-two, but she still revisited her childhood favorites every year. There were dozens of fantasy books there. ![]() “I’m not dreaming.”įor a moment, she thought about being afraid, but it didn’t feel right. “I’m awake,” she said aloud just to hear her own voice. She lay still, sandwiched between mattress and plaster, staring down at her apartment. The mattress rose and gently pressed her back against the ceiling. Outside the French doors that led to her rickety little balcony she could see the lights from the Speedway gas station next door. Her work clothes from the day before were scattered on the floor next to her humming box fan. She was still in her little studio apartment. She rolled onto her stomach and looked over the edge of the mattress. She watched the ceiling move closer with wide eyes, then raised her foot and pushed off back toward the floor. She barked out a scream and shoved hard at whatever was hovering over her.Īisha’s mattress receded from the ceiling, bumped against her box springs, then slowly floated upwards. She started awake, scraping her forehead. She made an unconscious move to brush away whatever was touching her and smacked the textured surface of the ceiling hard with the back of her hand. AndersonĪisha Gonzalez was half asleep when the ceiling pressed against her nose.
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