Jimmy blinked once, twice as his eyelids struggled to lift over his scratchy eyes. Pain radiated through his shoulder and thigh, preventing him from being able to stretch out his long limbs, leaving him feeling coiled and tight. His throat was parched, and he only had a dim recollection of where he was. The memories of yesterday replayed in a hazy blur. Sluggishly, his senses began to work and put the pieces of this fuzzy puzzle together. The quilted blanket. The pale-yellow walls. The noises from beyond the door. And then there was the scent on his pillow, a field of lilacs.
Not my tent. Not the Army camp. He relaxed against the headboard and thought of Greta. Her ethereal vision haunted his dreams like no woman before. Erotic dreams. But more than that, what he most remembered was her s
