Chapter 77:
My dreams are vivid, strange, and full of faces I’ve never seen nor knew in my waking life. When I finally blink away the last remnants of my slumber and the last memories of my dreams, the cottage –now a familiar sight, comes into view.
Agatha is sitting on a chair next to me, her small body buried in a large wool blanket, and white hair tied up in a loose top bun that’s coming apart slowly. “You’re awake.” She yawns like a cat, stretching her back with a c***k. “Good thing really, I thought you’d stretch into tomorrow considering how deeply submerged in slumber you were.” Her sharp eyes bore into mine. “I called your name multiple times, but I supposed you were preoccupied with other realities.”
“Realities?” I question weakly, sitting up on the bed and running a hand down
