*Millie*
I wake to the feeling of a tiny hammer knocking against my skull. My head is buried under a blanket. Even in my sleep, I must’ve been trying to keep out any trace of light. I can’t remember what I dreamt of, but I believe I saw my mother’s face. I do remember every minute of last night’s dinner and my talk with Will on the promenade. Was that a dream, or is it my new reality? I don’t even want to pull the blanket down and see where I’m at.
Part of me hopes I’m back in 2025. I miss my mom and Ally. What I wouldn’t give to see them again! But then, there’s another part of me that knows I’ve already grown attached to Will. If I had to leave him behind, and he truly is a passenger aboard the Titanic, I’m not sure I could ever forgive myself.
“We’ll be eating breakfast on the deck.
