It started with mixed salad over our usual five dollar box from the local fast food joint. Combined with a bottle of water and her face would shine. The next day she appeared to me coated in pink lotus drenched in watermelons and cream. My nose tingled at the fragrance. It was pungent but in a delightful sense rather than her usual scent of moldy furniture coated in cigarette smoke. I worried for her. She was drifting away from me. The last day I became aware was when she made herself a cup of bedtime tea. I have never seen her sober, choosing life, and by the time I realized I was loosing her, I woke up and she was gone.