Letters From the Moon

17

My world was in chaos. I couldn't tell what was real and what was illusory.

"Impossible, impossible..." I talked as if I was talking in my dream. I got up and wanted to find the evidence that Laurant had been in touch with me.

I got up so fast that I felt very dizzy.

I fell on the edge of the bed.

Jasmine was so scared by my madness that she cried.

"Miranda, sober up."

There seemed to be violent vibrations in my brain, and I had a splitting headache.

At this moment, strange memories rushed into my mind.

It was as if a movie was being played in my mind. The scenes were very vivid.

It was an afternoon in the courtyard of a foreign country and the winter breeze was blowing. A slender and clean man was sitting at a table in the corridor. There was an open book on his lap.

The maid came over with a young girl and said, "Professor Sherwood, your guest is here."

Laurant looked up and his gaze paused on her face for a moment.