“I'm so much happier now that I'm dead." (5)

[arielstreasures]

I'm so much happier now that I'm dead.

Technically, missing.  Soon to be presumed dead.  But as shorthand, we'll say dead.  It's only been a matter of hours, but I feel better already: loose joints, wavy muscles.  At one point this morning, I realized my face felt strange, different.  I looked in the rearview mirror - dread Carthage forty-three miles behind me, my smug husband lounging around his sticky bar and mayhem dangled on a thin piano wire just above his shitty, oblivious head - and I reealized I was smiling. Ha! That's new.

From Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn, paperback edition, page 219