Kristen
I peeled my eyes open slowly. I’d never been much of a drinker, but I felt like I’d just been on the worst bender of my life.
And the dreams.
Holy cow, I’d had strange dreams! First I dreamed that Mr. Falcon had gotten in bed with me and held me in his arms. But then later, it wasn't Mr. Falcon but a huge wolf. I should have been terrified, but the wolf was curled against me so snuggly, resting his big shaggy head across my abdomen, like a giant fluffy lapdog. In my dream, I even dared to pet him, letting my fingers play through fur that was surprisingly soft and silky.
Obviously, both versions of the dream were merely products of the rather strong painkillers they had prescribed me at the emergency room.
And, speaking of painkillers, they had definitely worn off, because my
