Misty stood in front of the bathroom mirror for a moment and gazed at the reflection staring back at her. Her brown hair with the blonde highlights was a mess. Her green eyes were still half closed unadjusted to the light hanging over the sink. The tile of the bathroom floor was cold beneath her bare feet she shifted her weight to her right foot and turned on the water. Splashing her face with the cold liquid to shock her self into consciousness she stood upright again and walked out of the bathroom to get a towel from the hall closet.
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She had just shifted her weight. To her this was a miniscule motion her foot had only moved half an inch to the side but it was enough to send me a good ten yards across the tile. I was alive, bruised a little, but still alive. I looked up in time to see water droplets the size of cars raining down from above. Scrambling to get under the slight overhang between the floor and the sink’s cabinet I barely made it before being drowned. When I turned around she was gone.
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