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hangover she had so far avoided would no doubt kick in with a vengeance. She
could hear movement all around her—people on their way to work, cars stopping
and starting and idling in the rush-hour traffic. Life was happening all around
her, and she wished it would be quiet. Carefully she lifted her head from the
wooden slats of the bench. To her surprise and relief, her dizziness, nausea, and
headache disappeared.
Confused, Kila tried to recall the events that led up to her night on the bench, but
her memory was patchier than usual. She could remember finishing work at the
club and having a few drinks with her friends, but that was about all; the rest was
a blur. She smiled, thinking that the lack of memory probably meant it must have
been a great night. No doubt the details would trickle back to her as the day went
on. Feeling surprisingly well, she rose from the bench and headed home.
“Morning, Kila. Good night?” shouted her neighbor, Suzie.
Kila, fumbling for the keys to her apartment, turned to face her friend. “Yeah,
what I can remember of it,” she joked as she opened her door.
“Must have been good,” teased Suzie. “You can fill me in on the details later!”
As she passed on her way out of the building, Suzie added “Hey, cool contacts.
Catch you later!”
“Yeah, see you Suzie.” The door closed behind her; Kila was home at last. She
walked down her hallway toward the bathroom, where she turned on the shower
and removed her jacket. Wait a minute...cool contacts? She suddenly remembered
what Suzie had said. “But I don't wear contact lenses.” Confused, she moved in
front of the mirror, wiped off the condensation from the steaming shower, and
stood still in amazement. Her once brown eyes were now bright green; they even
seemed to glow. She moved closer to the mirror, inspecting her eyes. Maybe she'd
got some contacts from her friends? After all, they were all the rage on the club-
bing scene. She gently pulled her eyelids apart, and to her horror saw that the
glowing green eyes were really hers. What was going on? How had this
happened? She backed away from the mirror and walked into her bedroom, mov-
ing toward the full-length mirror in the corner.
As she approached the mirror, she caught a glimpse of something dark on her left
arm. Halting in amazement, her eyes crept slowly along the long, gothic tattoo
that crawled all the way from her shoulder down to her wrist. Twisting to look at
the back of her arm, she was faced with another shock—the tattoo spread to her
back. Frightened, she pulled off her shirt and looked in alarm at her back. The
beautiful tattoo covered nearly all of her back. How had she ended up with
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