Grape Crush soda.

I tasted Grape Crush soda today, because I remembered it being my favorite beverage as a child, because it matched my purple sweater, and because it was there.

I could feel my teeth decaying on contact. My tongue balled up at the bottom of my jaw in defeat and died. My throat closed. My red blood cells disintegrated. This is clearly not a substance I am capable of consuming.

When I was a child, I always suspected that adults are all aliens, and now I have my proof. I cannot possibly be the same person who drank Grape Crush as a child, so I must be a doppelganger put here by my cohorts to replace that child.

I wonder where she is now.