Chapter 22
I curl into a ball with my back to the curved wall, expecting to see Malyn come into my tower at any moment. On the bed, my body breathes fast and shallow. I know my heart must be thumping like mad.
I can’t actually feel anything when I hug myself. My dream self is as ethereal to me as I am to everyone else. There is no satisfaction to curling up or hugging myself. I only do it because it used to be something I did when I was corporeal.
I crawl over to my bed. Then I do something I didn’t think I’d do again. I settle into my body.
Outside, the sun sets forever on the Waking.
I feel my heart pounding. I can feel it when I’m out of my body, but it’s not a physical sensation the way it is when I’m wrapped in flesh. I hear and feel blood flowing too. Rushing in my throat, on my
