>>7568143Her mouth is slightly agape in such a way that she looks similar to my father from a picture in the 80s. The photo she's in looks old too, like it's from the 80s. It reminds me of a scene from The Breakfast Club. I imagine she's like a character from an old rom-com, like The Breakfast Club (preferably a better movie).
I'm reminded of the song "Don't You Forget About Me." Now when I look into her eyes, I feel a lovesick feeling that's also met with some surreality, because I have no idea who this woman is.
That's my thought process. It's 1/10th of it, actually. I have a brain that processes stimuli as memories, emotions and locations all at once. My memories actually have locations that I can picture in my head. This picture will be stored in a place in my mind that feels and looks like a rainy street at night outside of a corner store somewhere in New York City. I feel like the morgue you mentioned is somewhere near there.
