The warm light from the fluorescent chandelier fell on Ephyra's body, illuminating the corner where she was standing. Pouring water from the glass jug into the glass cup, Ephyra placed the jug down and drank all the water in the cup.
She was dressed in a new nightdress because the one she wore earlier was stained with sweat, and she had to shower. Even after blow-drying her hair, some of the strands were still wet.
Placing the cup down with a clank, Ephyra didn't move. She stood there staring at nothing as her memory refreshed, and the faces of her family came to her mind in sharp clarity, repeating themselves in cycles—the same as the time of her death—and she felt the onset of an upcoming headache.
She sighed tiredly and turned off the light, then walked out of the kitchen into the hallway that led to the living room. Just as she passed through the living room, she felt something tugging at her, so she paused and looked back but found nothing.
