Book 4: Hospitality

Faye

It’s raining. I watch a raindrop roll down the window, absorbing its companions. The rest of the world is a dark blur as I press my fingertips to the window, finding the glass cold. Someone touches my thigh in the darkness, murmuring something under their breath. Soon, the world comes into view again, a dark forest expanding on either side of the… the car. “Why are we stopping?” I ask into the dark interior. Headlights flash ahead. 

“Good evening,” an unfamiliar voice echoes, pulling me out of a dream. “Wake up. Come on, you’ve been asleep for an entire day. You’re probably starving.”

I try to sit up, waving a hand wildly as a figure comes into view just a few feet away. I grasp thin air as fear prickles over my skin. 

“Okay, never mind. Lie back down–just like that. Good.” The woman gently presses me back to the… bed. I’m in a bed. The walls are painted a rich blue that matches the curtains and bedspread. I remember where I am