Her husband was out again fighting an electrical

Her husband was out again fighting an electrical fire in this godawful storm. She'd clicked on a horror movie & choked when she realized the scene on the screen was her own bedroom

looking at the screen she began to shake. Someone was targeting her. She examined the screen, trying to find differences in the bedroom to hers. Then she saw it...

She bit back a shriek. This was definitely her room on the screen. The bag on the bed was hers. She watched herself walk in and lie down to sleep. Why was someone watching her?

And why was it on this website on the internet? She looked for the cameras. Nothing. She became obsessed with watching herself on the site. Then she realized was watching her futur

e, her eyes looked so old, as old as her moms who had given birth to her late on in life and now she could see the same eyes "what have they done to me to look like this now?"

Her eyes looked like a basset hound's eyes. The stretched out bags under her eyes drooped like broken hammocks. The red meat around the eye puffed through. A pussy eye drool

ersed herself in a tub full of "organic mud." She stared at the label awhile and was surprised to find the concoction came with a few little friends for her: a family of frogs,

a watermelon named Herold, two Siamese geese and an autonomous grilled cheese sandwich. What could possibly go wrong with a combination like this, she pondered vigorously. It was a

way around the cost of the Diet Coke included in the combo plate. Her vigorous pondering caused the line to back up. "Hey, lady! WE GOT TO EAT." Appetite moved her forward.