MAGNOLIA
I woke up from sleep that I didn't know how long it took. But when my heavy lids flutter and hold up half-open, it seems dark as the dimming light from the lanterns gives the environment a consoling aura.
But that comfort lasted for a while when a vivid replay of Ralph's murder came up, just like most times when I'm in this room by myself.
I bolt up and sit against the headboard, breathing hard and fast.
"Are you okay?"
I recognized the familiar voice before I looked up at him; he was standing before an extraordinary woman sculpture, the eyes were closed, and the neck was high, the hair was made in the shape of tree branches with lively leaves made of clay, I supposed since I do not know about art, at all.
"Just a nightmare. What's that?" I intriguingly ask and climb ou
