Chapter Five
I took another twilight stroll, but now conscious and with intention. I wasn’t drawn out of sleep by a mysterious beckoning this time. I hadn’t slept at all.
Tossing and turning, I felt too sad and frustrated to sleep. Thinking about that crisp night air and the cool grass beneath my feet calmed me, and I got a thrill when I thought about the girl in the shadows. She still didn’t seem real to me. She existed, so far, in a place past midnight and beyond the buildings of men. But even if she was a dream, she would still be more inviting than the girl at the dance. Her presence was welcoming and scary, but in a transfixing way, and I wanted more. If she wasn’t real, I would make her real.
This would be quite a different trip than the first time, though. Now I knew where I went
