Through the Ghosts of Memory

Easter~

My body felt like it wasn't mine—weightless, suspended in something thick and unseen. My breath caught halfway up my throat and never made it back down.

Ahead of us, the party house looked like a memory caught in a dream—streamers glinting like tinsel, music thumping through the walls with bass heavy enough to shake bone. The air was stained with the syrupy tang of cheap soda, mingling with the plastic sweetness of hairspray. It was a night I had tried to bury so deep, even my nightmares gave it space.