Tabitha
I'm in a dark echoing space filled with a warm and smoky scent.
My foot skids on something like gravel. Smooth and clinking. I reach out to steady myself and touch a wall of heated stone.
There's a glow up ahead. I inch along the wall, sliding my hand over the heated wall tiles. I’m in a cloud of a smoky scent, spiced like incense. I’m wearing the blouse and skirt that no longer exists outside this dream–the outfit Gabriel cut off.
My footing slips on the piles of stones. The gravel underfoot is round and clinking like…coins. With one hand still against the wall, I reach down and touch the coins. I sift a few between my fingers, sniffing their metallic scent. My next handful contains a few smooth baubles, smooth like polished stones. Precious gems?
The wall...moves. The glow f
