Báine felt her heavy lids rising. She lifted her head from the railing of the bifurcated staircase she hunched against. White streams brushed the wooden walls, dimly lighting the entry foyer.
Báine’s uncovered eyes flitted about, “It’s this dream again”, she sighed.
She reached up and gripped the marble rails. The tips of her fingers turned white and her muscles tensed as she pulled herself upright. A sigh passed through her full lips. Báine trudged to the second level and willed herself to wake. She climbed to the top of the stairway and faced the foyer once again. The smell of copper wafted in her direction. Báine hurriedly covered her nose and dashed down the hall to the back porch. She pushed the door and was assaulted by Sulphur burnt charcoal and, most importantly, copper. Bá
