“A few days before it comes I’ll get itchy. I can feel every hair on my head, all the necks of my shirts start bothering me, things like that. Sometimes I flare. Everything’s loud, everything smells. All my senses are heightened. Except vision. My vision gets so much blurrier than normal, like to the point where I can’t even see across the room. Even right now it’s like—I don’t know, like everything has an aura.” I’m jealous of the way Poppy still thinks that everything she’s ever experienced is special.
