Chapter 6: Teddy RockenmoffTeddy couldn’t remember anything from the night before. He woke up in bed, pale and sane. He had a clear head and his stomach felt settled. The last thing he remembered: being pulled out of his farmhouse, toward the wheat field, and nothing more. Not how he ended up back in the farmhouse and in bed. Nothing. Nada. He’d lost time, as well as his memory…he recalled his neck being arched by some inconceivable force and thinking, This is not good. This is trouble. This is the end. s**t.
He turned on his side and observed the springtime day. Yellow and warm sunshine bled in through the bedroom’s three windows. He heard robins and a distant tractor working in Mr. Knickerbocker’s field, his neighbor. The day looked biblical and gorgeous, serene and harmless. A light wi
