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Scene #46
She didn't mean to, hadn't planned on it, but Naomi actually had
just snorted her Diet Coke out her mouth at her best friends
sitting at the table. They were all excited about her having just
bought the neighborhood "haunted" house and then when Marie asked
if Naomi had felt any "unusual vibes" after dark, well, guilt and
surprise that she had touched on the very thing she wanted to talk
to them about, she reacted impulsively! How could they know?
Did it show on her face? Last night , her first night in the house,
she had settled in her bedroom. It was the only room she had
actually gotten right already. It was romantic, soft and very old
fashioned. Like her. The four poster bed was her pride. She bought
it at an estate sale earlier in the month. Everything was soft,
even the lighting. She had tried to stay up and read, but with the
cool breeze drifting every now and then around her, the feel of the
old copy of a romance in her hands, and the smell of the new
sheets, she was a goner in a few minutes. What came next was
not expected, but she liked it. In her dream he came, looking like
Heathcliff, smelling like the fields and outside, making her
tremble. Without a word, he knew what she wanted, what she needed.
But even in the warmth of his arms, there was a coldness she could
not touch, but was there all the same. It was over before she
knew it and suddenly she was awake. My God it was real. She looked
around with a fear and dread she couldn't identify, but everything
was unchanged. Even her bed covers were the same. Neatly around
her, and next to her. Sighing she lay back down thinking the cause
of all this must be the book she was reading before sleep. She
turned and faced the other side of her bed, grabbing the pillow and
hugging it, and suddenly she froze in confusion. For on the pillow
was the gentle scent of fields and being outside, very male and
very real.
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