Despite the tension I was feeling after our day at the theater, and the meeting Sunday evening with Mike and Sage, I managed to get some sleep.
It still felt weird, going from doing something fairly human—sleeping—then getting up and not having to use the bathroom, get dressed, or fix breakfast. It meant I had the face the reality of my new existence immediately—no easing into it.
Then there was the fact it was Monday; a day David and I always took advantage of to deal with cleaning and shopping in the morning. Then we would spend the rest our time together doing fun things. Remembering other Mondays, I doubly hated what someone had done to me. I almost wished I’d moved on to wherever the moment I’d died. Being stuck here, although the reason was righteous I suppose, sucked.
What if I’d
