JJ
The dandelion was the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes.
For several sleepy seconds, I simply lay there staring at it on the nightstand while pale morning light filtered through the curtains. The resin caught the sun differently than it had beneath the lamp the night before, turning the delicate white seeds into something almost golden. It was strange how quickly I’d accepted its presence. Twenty-four hours ago, finding a mysterious gift outside my bedroom window would’ve sent me into a panic.
Now I was checking on it before I even looked at the clock.
Maybe that said something concerning about me.
Or maybe it said something concerning about the stranger in the motorcycle helmet.
My fingers closed around the smooth sphere before I consciously decided to reach for it. The res
