Chains

Knotted chains clink against the freezer that stores leftover meatloaf from last Thursday’s dinner.

Maria’s eyes are wide. She flicks them from right to left, then left to right.

Tugging at the sheets she pulls them up to her chin.

Pressure pinches against her temples.

Sweat gathers on her back.

Heart palpitations begin.

One second later.

She falls….

over.

Nowhere

Broken glass. Stale Eggs. Cigarette smoke.

Glass lies everywhere. The egg-smoke climbs upwards towards the ceiling fan and spreads out across the room.

In the inside of nowhere, I can see them.

But, do you see me?