I went into the bathroom and just inside the doorway there was a puff of smoke.
Well not smoke, sort of like smoke it reminded me of when they pull DNA out of test tubes after centrifuge or when Dumbledore pulls a memory out of that memory thing that I forgot what it was called but everyone needs one beside the bed to remember dreams and shopping lists and birthdays and shit.
I stood there and the smoke hung there in its whiteness and my mind was thinking gossamer and I don’t know why cause just the word conjours up such vivid memories of long flowing dresses and looking up to see faces looking down at me smiling.
I don’t know if I believe in an afterlife cause I guess you have to believe in a God, and to believe in a God means that everything happens for a reason and all that I know screams HOW can there be a lesson in a lot of the shit that goes down?
Lesson learnt, move along.
So I look in the mirror and I think about how I feel about the random particles that are hanging in the air behind me slightly to the right and my logical brain thinks it was a trick of the light or condensation because you are in a bathroom afterall Kelley…
As I slowly turn and really LOOK at the whiteness –like a cloud? – hip height in front of me it seems to dissipate and I am left sad and a little disappointed because my adult analytical mind has taken over and decided that it was, in fact, just some condensation hanging in the air from Boo’s shower before.