LXXXVI | Other Side

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The cat only touched me.
I'm sure of it.

So why am I falling over?

(Arrghh, so embarrassing!)

No, I'm not falling.

The cat is the one
floating upside down.
Shrinking.

Back to its normal size.

The flickering light is gone.

The drinking group of teenagers
has gone quiet.

Even the void deck
of my block
is gone.

We're in the nameless chicken rice shop.

I know
even though the lights
are off.

I know this place
by heart now.

Go upstairs,
the cat says without speaking.

I open my mouth to ask why
but the words
don't come.

You can't talk here,
the cat says again in my head.

Why?

This is a vision,
the cat comments

—looking up at me now that it's small again.

Why do you need
someone to explain
everything to you?

I lean against a table.

I feel it
but I don't leave a mark.

We're upstairs.

The cat is annoyed.

In this vision,
the cat has yellow fur.

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