Kristin
Kristin
I gasped and sat straight up. The room was dark and I had no idea where I was. A dream lingered, but it was forgotten, becoming blurry and slipping away even as I tried to remember. My bedroom had a window to the right of my bed. I rolled over, looking for the shine of the neighbor’s porch light surrounded by a dark silhouette, but the window wasn’t there. The bedding felt different, too. Softer. And the floral scent of my fabric softener was noticeably absent. Instead I smelled musk, and man and s*x.
While I wasn’t exactly afraid of the dark, I kept a nightlight on in the bathroom. I’d stubbed my toe one time in the middle of the night stumbling to pee and I’d never wanted to do that again. But no light filled the space. I could feel the walls of the room, the ceiling p
