Paper flowers

There is nothing worse than starting the morning with a bad cup of coffee. Especially if it just tastes like drinking warm sour milk. In the world, there is only one type of person I hate... and you know who you are. I despise people that order skinny lattes or cappicinos. Even worse are lazy baristas that mix the two types together in their jug, or don't know how to keep the two jugs separate. Queing behind some fat conscious freak will always guarantee me a bad coffee.

I woke up feeling horribly seedy this morning. I had been dreaming of ghosts, I found myself wound up in my sheets. It had been raining. Rubbing my eyes, I wanted to forget the feeling of this dream.

There was a young lady in her twenties who had returned to her old neighbourhood with her family. The old houses had been knocked down and now there were only modern warehouse appartments built in place. There was nothing to remind them of the past. There were only grand buildings. Appartments made of black steel and glass windows that reached from the ceiling to the floor. The family started to settle into their new place. Everything was fresh, it would be a new start.

They were having dinner when the doorbell rang. The daughter went to see who it was. She opened the door and saw a young blond girl standing in the hallway. Her blond hair was cut into a bob, framing an angelic face. She looked no more than eight years old.

"You have something of mine." she said.

The parents looked up from their dinner, "Who is it?"

"A friend," the young blond girl called out.

The parents had now gotton up to see who was at the door. It was J. M. They turned pale. Their daughter stood by the door. Quietly staring at the polished timber floors. She was watching her parents shadows move across the floor. She didn't seem to acknowledge J.M was even there. Her best friend.

"What do you want?" the father asked.

"She has something of mine." She repeated, pointing to their daughter.

The father grabbed his daughter, and said, "Give it back to her, give whatever she wants, so she'll leave us alone."

The daughter, looked frightened. She knew what J.M. had come back for. She begged her father not to allow it. But he had already invited J.M. inside and gave her permission to retrieve the item.

J.M. smiled, and the daughter fell to the ground, unconscious.

The daughter could feel a darkness. She wasn't sure if her eyes were open or closed. All she could see was this endless black void. No light. Heavy and dry. She felt the weight of a body press on top of her. The body was the same shape and size as hers. It was trying to burrow into her body. It was sinking into hers, nestling, as though she was a pillow resting under a heavy head. She wanted it to stop. She screamed for it to stop.

A young man was walking towards the appartment. He saw some large pink flowers on the front steps by the door. He bent down to pick one up. He smiled, thinking she'll like these. The petals were large and wrinked. Like a childs flower, crepe paper wound tight and twisted. He pushed open the front glass door and went in.