La Miscella Perfetta, 2016
Sausalito, San Francisco, California
BELLE: THE SPELL. But wait, what? Did he call me Elyse again? Creepy! Why does it feel like I have been in this place once before? It seems the inner side of me knows him well. My heart knows him well. But I have no recollection of him. I know. I saw him in my dreams. Not once, but every night. I must have known well from my elusive dreams. Or perhaps this is what the call ensoulment. Does my soul know, Ezra?
“Please stay.”
His pleading echoed not only in my mind but deep in my heart. Somehow, I have the urge to give him a chance. I need to hear him out.
“I just want to be with you tonight, Elyse.”
A sudden fear snaked through me. I was hesitant. Should I stay, or should I leave? Oh, please! God, give me a sign. A star
