Alice blinked awake. A note on the pillow next to her said, "Back Soon" in sweeping, old-fashioned handwriting. She smiled and stretched out on the soft silk sheets. She'd woken up a few times in the last few hours, woozy and feeling like every muscle weighed a hundred pounds, but upon waking this time she felt strong enough to lift up Christopher's four poster bed and throw it across the room.
The curtains were thrown open, revealing the sparkling brightness of the moon. Even though the room was fairly dim, everything looked brighter. Her senses were alive, the sounds of branches groaning in the wind and squirrels scratching at bark louder and more distinct than she'd ever heard before. She inhaled, and she could smell Christopher's scent imbedded in the sheets, as well as the faint burn
