All night she dreamt of blood. The crackle and crunch of bones made her uneasy.
* * * *
Morgan gasped and kicked until she was awake. Her head throbbed. She smelled like sweat and fear, and there was something stuck between her teeth. She pried at it unsuccessfully with her fingernails. Frustrated, she threw the sheets aside and ran into the bathroom. She grabbed a bit of dental floss. The thin piece of white string slid back and forth. Morgan let out a sigh of relief when she felt whatever it was come loose.
Probably a piece of chicken from yesterday's lunch, she thought.
She felt a large piece of skin between her thumb and index finger. Only it had…ridges. She frowned.
That's strange.
She went to the living room and put on her glasses. They blurred her vision.
"What the?" she asked as she took them off. She stared at them as though she were looking at them for the first time in her life. That was when she realized that she had made it to the bathroom without her glasses. She also noticed that she hadn't turned on a single light in the house. It was completely dark, yet she could see everything in her house as though all of the light bulbs in the house had been switched on.
She studied the item she had had lodged in her mouth. Skin. Human skin. She could tell because there was a fingerprint.
"Oh my God," she whispered.
A little bit of bile ran up her throat. She made it to the bathroom before she vomited. She mumbled a prayer as she reached for the knob to flush the toilet. Then she noticed something floating on the water. It was a mix between pink and blue-grey. With a trembling hand, she reached in and picked it up.
"Jesus Christ!" she shrieked.
She tossed it. It flew half way across the bathroom. It bounced across the floor. She pushed herself away from it until her back touched the wall. It was a finger… a quarter of a woman's pinky finger.
She thought about what happened to her two weeks ago.