7
I woke up the next morning.
It was as if I closed my eyes and then opened them, with a whole eight hours passing in the blink of an eye.
I sat up.
No queasiness. My stomach had settled.
It was morning. Mid-morning by the looks of the sunlight through the window. The blackout curtain was rolled into a column, letting light in.
A can of ginger ale and an egg-shaped essential oil diffuser rested on the nightstand. The room still smelled like chamomile and eucalyptus. The smell comforted me.
I put my hand on my head.
Last night had been rough.
I didn’t exactly like to show my weakness in front of clients. Major liability.
But I had waited too long to exit Crispin’s consciousness. When that happens, it always disorients me. The mind can only handle one awake consciousness. When ther
