Semi-Daily Scribbles

Dana tells me to keep that fucking door shut. She says every time I come back through it, I'm a different person. I ask her why's the door there if not to be opened? It's a gateway to ruin, Dana says, and you've never been able to leave the dead alone. Stay clear for once. For me. Shadows are a comfortable fit, I say. They make me look thin. I always look better once the light's gone out.