Shift

I look around, feeling very anxious, very confused, and not so very hopeful.

“Kitty-Cat?” I call, feeling more and more unsure of what just transpired—or at least, what I think just transpired.

There’s no response. Nothing at all. It’s as quiet as it was before she got here, maybe even more so now.

I blink.

And blink again.

And again.

And once more after that.

Actually, that’s a lie.

I blink several times after that, as if doing so will make her appear before me.

It doesn’t.