Chapter 3: Rude Awakening
Sasha awoke feeling like 190 pounds of bricks. She raised a hand to rub her eyes, and yelped when her heavy knuckle smashed into her nose. "Ow!" she grunted. And then groaned at how deep her voice was. "I knew I should have bought that air purifier..." she grumbled.
She'd spent one particularly bored evening Googling all the invisible gunk that was floating around her apartment. Abraham was shedding a lot lately, and she probably had mold spores oozing out of her bathroom. There was always something to worry about. She cleared her throat.
As she sat up, she ran her hand through her hair. Oh, perfect, she thought. She wasn't just gunky, she was greasy, too. And why did her sheets smell like Polo and B.O.? She dug her fingers into the nape of her neck to work a k
