Chapter 6
Matthew awoke to the sound of birds chirping and the sensation of a full stomach, something he hadn’t experienced for months. Stretching was slightly painful, thanks to the cuts and bruises on his arms and shoulders, but even the stinging didn’t dampen his mood. Not only had he slept well, his dreams had been pleasant. Even lying on the uncomfortable mattress, he found himself smiling, thinking about his Maggie.
Most mornings since he’d been taken prisoner, he found himself reflecting on the visions that had haunted his intermittent sleep. He dreamt of Margaret nearly every night. Generally, those dreams started off as wonderful reenactments of pleasant memories. Moments together watching the sunrise, sharing a laugh over the dinner table, making love to his beautiful bride. By
