2019, March 7th
Copia, Terres Somnia (Zoey)
By the time the doctor had finished dressing James' wound and the rest of us had concluded our fussing about it, dinner was ready. Since no one particularly had much of an appetite and our bodies were wary from the activities of the day, dinner was eaten quickly and in near silence.
Not wanting to be apart from me, perfectly aware that I had escaped death by a hair's breadth, my mom had insisted on sharing a room with me, if only for the night.
I was lying in bed wide awake, staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling. Next to me, my mother had passed out almost instantly. I thought about how I had ended up in the middle of that road. Everything had simply caught up to me.
From meeting my disinterested father, to falling in love for the first time
