Another week. It was a scorcher here. It was actually nice to hide inside--in the air conditioning. I felt no guilt leaving the great outdoors after saying, "I'm going inside to edit for a bit." :-) How was your week?
My six this week, from my WIP "Across The Night Sky", picks up exactly where last week's left off: At the request of a volunteer counselor, Marissa is keeping a journal. She struggles accepting that her dreams are not really memories of two missing years of her life--and a missing newborn.
I know this week's post runs long, but next week it will shift out of Marissa's journal into her real world. To maintain flow, I included the extra sentences, bringing this journal entry to a close.
"Sometimes in the evening, when daylight dims and windows shine full of light—welcoming everyone but me and my kind—the homeless, I’m so afraid. No, not afraid of the people who walk the night, and not afraid of the other homeless people. I’m afraid to close my eyes and dream. This world, this other place across the night sky? It’s foreign and frightening, but I’m drawn to it; I need it, like I need the air I breathe. I don’t know…Rayanne, I just don’t know. Which is the more terrifying possibility? That I might be forced to discover that my missing two years and my missing baby will turn up in the middle of my crazy dreams? Or that they won’t’?"