I lost my girlfriend in the apartment. It’s not a big apartment by any means. But, I lost her.
There was no echo. Like I’ve said, it’s not a big apartment.
My girlfriend has lost things here before. Jeans, sweatshirts. Never herself, though. It’d be kinda funny if I wasn’t so nervous.
That’s what I call her sometimes.
I walked from one room to the next. “Meesha!”
In the bedroom, I heard her.
“You have to see this!” came her voice. Sounded distant.
“Where are you?” I called back.
Her words reverberated from the closet. “Down here!”
Down here? I was hesitant. A little spooked, to be honest. Down here? I stepped over to the closet.
My girlfriend’s clothes were shoved aside. In the closet floor was an opening. A hole. An entryway. It was dark down there. “Meesha?”
Her head popped up from the opening. A huge smile pasted to her face.
I stared at her. “What is this?” I asked, gesturing to the hole in the floor.
She thought. “I don’t really know. But, I do know this is where the ants have been coming from.”
“When did you find it?” I was sweating. Feeling more anxious.
“Like an hour ago,” my girlfriend replied. “I saw some new ants near the bed, and I followed their trail.” She smiled, even wider.
“What are you smiling for? This is super weird. It’s freaking me out.”
Her grin grew. “You’ll never believe what’s down here,” she said.
“I don’t think I care to know.”
“Come closer.” My girlfriend held her finger to her lips. “Just be quiet. And listen.”
I crouched by the opening. Turned my ear. Cool air emanated from the blackness. The smell of water-rides.
“Do you hear it?” She held my hand.
Music. And words.
It’s a small world, after all. It’s a small world, after all.