I don’t know.
I don’t know.
I don’t know.
I’m awake and I’m muttering and it’s a minute before my words become coherent.
“The night is dark, the ground is cold.”
I don’t know what it means.
All I know is I’m the rabbit and Whitley is the hole and I’m fallingfallingfalling.
I’m terrified of the dark, because it seems to growl outside of my window.
I’m terrified of being alone, and so I bolt out of bed like a shot,
And make my way to Dare’s bed.
I expect him to turn me away, but he doesn’t.
He’s in his sheets, twisted among blankets, but he doesn’t act surprised to see me.
He simply opens his arms.
“Come here,” he says,
so I do.
* * *
Sabine’s voice lulls me, calms me.
“It’s meant to be,” she tells me, and I don’t understand.
“What is?” I ask, and I sound so young, like a child. It’s my innocence shining through and she smiles.
“Everything.”
“Am I here for a reason?” I ask, although I already know the answer.
“Yes,” she nods. “You are. And you’ll come to it.”
“Can you help?”
She nods again. “I already am, child. I already am.”
She hands me tea and I take it.
“Is there valium in this?” I ask, only half joking and she smiles.
“No.”
“Can there be?”
She smiles again. “You don’t need it.”
I beg to differ, but I don’t.