CHAPTER 9
NUMINOUS
MY PUPILS CONSTRICTED FROM THE PALE LIGHT THAT HIT MY FACE as I lay in my old bedroom. I sat up scanning the room. All of my belongings hadn’t been moved since I’d bolted after the argument with my mother.
I wondered if the entire encounter with Azazel had been a vivid dream. All of those years could have occurred in a few minutes of sleep. Instead of leaving my room, I cried myself back to sleep, imagining the past four years. Maybe this was no different than Alice in Wonderland. After all, time in dreams is contrived. Years could have gone by. Never had I acted on Broadway or starred in a movie, much less left Holcomb. It was a result of my adolescent imaginary audience. Knowing what I know now, I had only been asleep for fifteen minutes. Relieved, I climbed out of
