And it didn’t match a single one.
The next few days were a bit of a blur. I have memories of Alea yelling at me about Aunt Keema with my tinnitus drowning her out, but I can’t remember why she was upset. The old woman I rented the house from was brought to tears by something I said, of which I have no recollection, other than a splay of tarot cards on her kitchen table. On my bank statement, I found a cash withdrawal for 60 dollars, plus fee, and I found an empty bottle of cannabis tincture in my bathroom trash. I also had trouble walking in a straight line, and my mouth felt like I’d bitten a fruit made of lava, permanently dry and painful. Thankfully, the student returned and took his car back, so that risk was gone too. Everything was a little bit fuzzy, and then gradually things retur
