EP06: Echoes That Weren’t Mine
I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of pouring rainfall. Everything else was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of stillness that feels deliberate, like the universe is holding its breath. I sat up slowly, disoriented — not scared, but unsettled. Like I had been pulled out of sleep too early, like something unfinished has been paused inside me. I slipped out of bed and sat on the cold floor for a minute. Not sure why. Just sat there — staring into the dark room, listening to the rain, waiting for… I don’t know what. The clock said 3:13 a.m. Of course it did. The hour where nothing good happens but everything real begins. My throat felt dry — not just thirsty, but hollow. I reached for my water bottle on the bedside. Empty! That’s not usual. I almost always fill my bottle before bed. Always. That small routine had never failed. But tonight… it had. Or I had. Or something else had. I frowned, already feeling that strange sensation in my gut — the kind you get when you notice ...
