I was dreaming about brown eyes and velvet voices when a sound made me stir awake.
I surfaced from unconsciousness with the graceless lurch of someone dragged upward before they were ready, and for a few seconds, I was in Brooklyn. My apartment. The thin morning light coming through the gap in my curtains that I’d been meaning to fix since February.
Then, my hands felt the sheets.
Candy floss. The smell of woodsmoke. The low crackling of a dying fire.
My eyes fluttered open slowly, and soon, I was staring up at the elaborate bed canopy, made of deep green velvet material. Luxury.
Right. Strange universe.
I let the previous day settle back over me like a second blanket.
The wedding. The feast. The chamber. The way he’d leaned in until his breath was cool against my lips and his scen
