Chapter 31

And then suddenly she lifted her gaze and looked toward the bathroom.

Slowly she stood as she walked toward it. After running her bath, she reached down and swirled the water and watched the mist as it rose from the heated surface. It was here, in her safe place, that the dream would begin to disappear, to break up into tiny molecules of terror, and for a short time she could escape until once again the dream would return, and begin to unfold, reminding her of who she really was, whatshe really was.

A thingthat scoured the countryside hungry for blood.

When she couldn’t stand the torment another moment, she would come back here to this cocoon of warmth that was created by water so hot she would get lost in the steam that drifted and caressed her tenderly.