It was good to be home. Morgan moved the chest of drawers and put Scotty’s belongings inside, then moved the chest back. She’d deal with the rest tomorrow after work. She was tired and looking forward to sleeping in her own bed.
She was briefly confused and then realized that she was sitting at the table in the old dim kitchen, exactly where she had been in her last dream. She got up and looked out the window. The sun was setting. There were no bunnies out frolicking in the grass. She walked over to the screened door and saw that the wolf was curled up on the stoop, asleep. The water bowl was empty.
She sat back down in the chair. She wanted to do something, but didn’t know what to do since she didn’t want to wake the wolf by turning on the light. By now, the kitchen was truly dark and o
