Soul Drifter (Part 3, page 1 of 8)

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Part 3

"I'm serious. My soul does leave my body when I am asleep."

"Nonsense, Gaby," my mom exclaims as she turns away from me and walks across the cream coloured tiles in the kitchen toward the counter, where the kettle waits for her.

"Why won't you believe me?" I ask exasperated.

She sighs melodramatically, without turning back to me. "Because it is highly improbable, your soul cannot separate from your body. Your soul only leaves your body once, and that is when you die."

Feeling a little frightened, I slip off the chair by the breakfast counter and storm out of the kitchen.

Am I dying every night?

I brush past my dad as he comes down the stairs. He is freshly showered and shaved; the spicy scent of his aftershave surrounds me in a pleasant, familiar smell. He smiles jovially while I grimace. He is a morning person, and it really works on my nerves that anybody could be so happy so early in the morning.

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