Janice drifted through space. Her eyes were open but she could barely see. What would have been an impenetrable void was filled with only shadows and light.
“Jan-us. Jan-us. Jan-us.”
The sounds of an inconsequential voice barely penetrated her ears.
Janice had to struggle in order to complete the word. The simple, one syllable question was barely able to depart from her coarse lips.
The sound quickly transformed into a din when it reached her ears.
“What the fuck do you want?”
She imparted these words almost automatically. Janice did not want to hear the world around her. That was why her blistered but colored lips were able to open up and impart her honest inquiry. Janice was drowning, and she loved it. Her throat pulsed as she struggled to pull every shallow breath deeper into her chest.
A man was calling her name, trying to get a last response from the doomed female. Her face duplicated itself on the back of her skull and she could see forwards and backwards eternally. She realized that every moment with every altered variable was alive. The universe was an endless anarchic weave. If it were not for the dark abyss, she would not have wanted to wander the ocean floor. The water made her realize that, even though she was free to drift whichever wave she wished, she was still carried in every which way, through and to any place.