Eight
My eyelids were heavy. I struggled to push them open.
Bright light stared back at me while my mind attempted to catch up with the situation. I remembered that girl with the striking blue eyes that met me in the half-darkness of the red-lit room. Who was she? She had known my name, and she looked at me as if she knew me. My mind worked to make a connection. I tried to pull the memories out of the subconscious, search for any clue.
There it was again, an itch in my brain I couldn’t scratch. My breath felt heavy. I closed my eyes and forced my brain to go deeper into the ecstatic state. Pull out more. A flash of light struck me from the inside and there I saw her:
Standing at the edge of a cliff, staring out into the rising sun while her hair danced in the wind.
A strange emotion f
