CHAPTER 24
The knock sounded hollow, distant. I draped an arm over my forehead as I rolled onto my back. Nothing beat sleeping at home. The comfort of my own bed, loose straw and all, was better than sewn mattress anywhere else.
The knock came again. A few quick raps. I groaned, stood up, and pulled on a pair of pants. The walk toward the door was more a stumble. My head felt light and my balance off. Part of my dream floated through my mind. It was a foggy memory, though, and I couldn’t quite make out any detail, other than I didn’t want it to end. And now I knew, even if I was able to lie back down for a bit, the dream was gone. Too faded to ever be successfully restored. I hated that.
The knock. Three distinct strikes. I could almost distinguish the growing anxiety between sets. My s
