Hunter awakened all at once. There was no swimming upward out of a haze of sleep. He shivered and looked over to see he had left the window open to cool himself after his bath, but now the room was freezing, the pale curtains billowing inward. They made Hunter think of ghosts. He got out of bed, hearing the soft hiss of rain outside. He closed the window and hurried to get back beneath his comforter, then pulled it up to his chin. He didn’t know if he would get back to sleep tonight, at least not with the imagery from his nightmare still so fresh in his mind.
What did it mean? Was it some sort of omen or just psychological residue, his mind processing the odd and frightening day he’d had?
Either way the dream still clung to him like something sticky and wet, disturbing him when he knew h
