Dead again

The burritos have no taste

What was the name of this place? Reality swims around when you're possessing someone. It feels like the city, with bits of sensation and thought flooding past with jarring fragmentation.

"Well, Come on." my body says. "It's time to go." She sits there quietly. "look, we can't be late, ok? We gotta go now! If I don't show up with you soon...." My body goes quiet. It smiles in a comforting way. She looks up. "Everything will be ok, I say in a paternal and comforting way, but something isn't right. I don't feel assured. I think I feel...

fear.

This isn't getting me anywhere, and I feel if I stay I might be lost... not yet... I need to go back, back to that day....