$!%#, he said. "Stop that. Seems like I'll have to help or we'll never get going." He sighed and clicked his fingers once.
I don't know what he did. Possibly I had a blackout. When I came too, which only seemed like a few seconds later, I was standing in front of him instead of sprawling on the tiles. My hair was clean, my skin felt scrubbed, and I was wearing my best dark rose dress which I'd worn to the wedding and the shoes I'd bought to match.
The bathroom was also spotless; the tiles polished to a cleanliness they hadn't attained since they were in the showroom, the air smelling faintly of lemons.
Maybe I died, maybe this was ghostdom, because I couldn't believe it was heaven. The man nodded thoughtfully.
"I guess that will have to do," he said. "Now, where are your car keys?"
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