Jamie watched Vertigo over breakfast. Her film professor had gone on about how freaky it was, so she had saved it for the morning. Now it left her conflicted.
She turned it off and stood up and the table rushed away from her. She grabbed at it as the wall pushed against her, then the floor fell away.
Her stomach jumped and hung as if in midair.
Her eyeballs squeezed and expanded at the same time, her head swam in a surreal, floating jelly. Nothing solid existed.
She lurched forward, elbow landing in the eggs.
Damn. Not again.