First message
You wake up to a loud alarm. No, not your phone alarm. But the kitchen alarm. Black smoke ripples to the crevices of your room before you hear Aunt Laurene at the kitchen. She flaps the fire from the stove with a towel. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” As you approach her, you see that she’s burnt and ashy. As if she had a part-time job as a firefighter and ran through the flames to save burnt eggs and toast. Laurene sighs and gazes at you. “I guess we’re going to Ihop today. I’m sorry I woke you up.”