I wake up. A room. Small. Bright. Signs of recent heavy rain outside. Different smell. Strange buildings on the horizon. A large dome and a tall spire. Barely visible through the mist. What is this place? Vegetation like nothing from home. If you can wake up in a different place; can you wake up as a different person?
I'm Kate. I'm an audiophile, film watcher and literary enthusiast. I hate soda, the carbonation freaks me out.
"Have you got any soul?" a woman asks the next afternoon.
That depends, I feel like saying; some days yes, some days no. A few days ago I was right out; now I've got loads, too much, more than I handle. I wish I could spread it a bit more evenly, I want to tell her, get a better balance, but I can't seem to get it sorted. I can see why she wouldn't be interested in my internal stock control problems though, so I simply point to where I keep the soul I have, right by the exit, just next to the blues."