Lenore
I hear a strange humming as I float in the darkness. “Wake up dear,” A female voice seems to beckon me.
My eyes open and I jump at the face hovering over mine. An older woman with long grey and white hair grins at me with yellowed teeth.
“Good morning, dear,” She smiles softly.
“Huh?” I try sitting up, but my mind is foggy, and dizziness makes me stay down. “What happened? Where am I?” I am lying on a rather lovely bed in a large room. I turn my head, and huge windows look over San Francisco Bay.
“You are in San Francisco, Lenore,” the woman responds.
“Who are you?” I mumble, trying to sit up again. I look down, and I am dressed in a linen nightgown.
“My name is Florence,” She pats my arm and stands up. “I’ll go get my son.”
“What?” I ask as Florence walks out of the room.
