Dead Girl in Love

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I pounded on the silk-lined lid over my head, pushing and breathing hard, trying not to panic. But, geez! Who wouldn’t panic in my situation? I’d fallen asleep in my own house, own bedroom, own body. Then in the flash of a promise, I found myself lying flat on my back in some kind of box, entombed in blinding darkness. Not only was I stuck in my best friend’s body, but it seemed I was in her coffin, too.

Did that mean … that Alyce was dead?

Or was I?

“Ouch!” I cried as I pinched myself. Still very much alive.

But what was I doing inside a coffin? My thoughts reeled with confusion as I tried to get a grip on this new reality. Taking over someone else’s life was hardcore confusing. It always took a while to adjust to a different body — like breaking in new shoes, only worse because I wasn’t walking on soles, I was switching souls. And while I now looked like my best friend Alyce, I had no idea what I was doing here—except for a shivering sense of fear.

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