Jay



The sky outside lightened, and I despaired; it was tomorrow already. The other rooms were at last silent, but the chance of sleep had passed. My throat was dry, and my head ached. Although I didn’t think I’d drunk so much the night before.

I needed water, but my body didn’t want to move. My drift back towards sleep took me to water and a memory of the lake. As Storm waded from the water, arms reaching for me, the flesh thick...