Proserpina

When I came back to the world of the living, it was bright and sunny outside. I was in my room, and the cool air of the air conditioner swirled around me. For a minute, I was blindsided. What was I doing in bed in the middle of the morning, I thought bemusedly.

I sat up, puzzled.

Why was I in bed? I needed to be with the kids…

My thoughts trailed off as reality and my memory of the previous day’s events slammed into me, like a hard fist.

Raising a shaking hand to my mouth, I made a gasping, sobbing sound as I recalled Beston’s words.

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