Holy s**t!
"I will pick you up around two for work. Does that sound good?"
"Sure, no problem." I try my best to listen, but something pulls me closer and closer to the silk, black feather.
"Brea? Are you there?” Genna asks somewhere in the distance.
"Yea, sure. Two... two is... uh, good."
"Okay? You better be ready, Brea. You know your boss will have a fit if you're not on time again."
"Okay... I um, got to go. Bye, Genna."
"What do you mean-"
Before she could finish, I quickly hung up the phone and crawl on top of the bed. Sitting with my knee tucked underneath, I guide my hand on the soft, lumpy cotton pillow. The same familiar scent tickles my nose. I look around the room, but there is no one here. "Cedar, I smell it again." I look back down at the feather on my pillow. "Hmm,
