SILVER HOLLOW
Sage had always told herself that she hated silence, but lately even noise couldn’t drown out the strange restlessness stirring inside her.
Her body didn’t feel like her own. Some days she would wake up with her head pounding, as though a drumbeat pulsed in her skull. Other days she was just angry for no reason. She told herself it was nothing...stress, exhaustion.
Tonight, though, was different. The ache in her chest wouldn’t go away. She lay on her bed staring at the ceiling, her fingers twitching as if she could claw the air.
Her body felt hollow, drained, like something essential had slipped away without her noticing. But that was impossible, wasn’t it? One couldn’t lose what one never had.
Eventually sleep claimed her...or what felt like sleep.
The dream did not
