Chapter Eleven
Before Midnight
In the dark attics of our minds, all times mingle.
- Charles de Lint
KAT
Tampa, Florida
Present Day - Five Days after the Fire
My biggest problem tonight wasn’t that I couldn’t feel anything… It was that I could feel everything.
The silk was cool against my skin, almost cold. The mattress beneath my body seemed stiffer somehow, more rigid. Seemingly soft, the pillow I previously had loved had roughened in a matter of minutes, and my body sensed every rough edge, every wrinkle along the surface.
I sighed, beating a fist into the sheets.
Elena’s advice hadn’t worked. Mr. Two-Strokes was no longer doing the trick tonight. A groan worked its way up my throat, and I released it, sinking back under the covers. It was a good thing my older sister slept soo
