Eight
Cara woke with a start and her arms flailed in a swimming motion. She gasped for the air already held in her lungs, making her feel as though she couldn’t breathe—she started to panic until the room around her slowly seeped in and she began to remember/differentiate reality from dream.
Her hands felt as if they were still touching the dead body, her eyes still watched the great ballroom fill with water, and she still felt the thrill of holding the man, and dancing with him. The way they moved together, the way he made her feel, it was something she could never experience in the real world, she thought. She would be forever chasing a dream. She would always want more.
Dolmen had already left for the day and Cara was glad for that. She was rubbing her eyes and attempting to adjust t
