Beginnings
Tuesday
I sat at my desk the next morning, clearing my emails and preparing for the day. I wanted to have all the administration stuff organized, as I was leaving early to meet the girls for surf training.
My leg was jittering under my desk, fidgeting as if to calm my nerves. Last night’s dream had been different again with another new person appearing there, weaving another new story.
I was glad Asher had wanted to crash in the guest room last night, making me feel a little more comforted after such an out of the ordinary Monday. How quickly was I now trying to retract my silent complaints I’d had yesterday morning, about my life being seemingly mild. Was I now getting what I wished for? I wondered. Could I really handle this change that I could sense illuming, even though
