Chapter 8: The Next Morning
I stared at a strange ceiling and felt an unfamiliar couch underneath me. Beginnings hadn’t nudged my nose or cheek, waking me; something she always did. There were books everywhere. Hardback. Leather. Gold-trimmed. Fiction and nonfiction. And dawn emerged in the window to my right: white light twisting with snow and wind; the predicted snowstorm at hand. The wind howled outside and slapped against Ben’s house. Yes, that’s where I was at. Ben’s Colonial at his Marshdale Estate; a big house with cold and airy rooms. I recalled being in Ben’s study and spent the night, sleeping over after our date, the rum cake, drinking, and late night chatter.
I yawned and fell back asleep. The sound of the outside wind floated me to a different world, dimension, time, and pla
