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Electracey sat alone, lost in thought. Idly counting the tiles on the floor, as not to be so caught up in their mind.
But a memory caught them, like a hook to a fish.
A memory of someone who didn't share her form, but in the back of their mind. she knew it was her.
It was them, sitting alone on their bed, curled up in a hoodie too big for them. They weren't asleep, but they were distant from the situation.
But something told her, the hoodie wasn't hers. They needed to put it back where it belonged. Wobbly legs picked them off of their bed, dragged them somewhere else. A dark room.
They flicked the light switch, revealing they were in someone else's bedroom.
Her brain told her to leave. She didn't want to be here. They'd rather be anywhere, anywhere but here. A room that wasn't theirs, one that belonged to somebody else.
So they took the hoodie off and left it on the bed, knowing inside themself that nobody was going to pick it up. And they left, walking back to their room.
Electracey thought the memory meant something, but didn't know what.
So for now:
Electracey sits alone.