Semi-rainy, somewhat foggy, overcast morning here in The Burg, but there is so much going on. Mostly due to the fact that last night was not all about writing, but rather about getting zapped with a laser. That’s right: I’ve started the process of getting the facial hair removed, and session one involved having someone who knows what she’s doing go over my face with a laser. So it was a half hour drive out to where I needed to be, I waited a half hour to get in, an hour of zapping, and a half hour home with a slightly numb face and the smell of burning hair lingering in my memory.
This morning there was almost nothing to shave away, and once I did my face was smoother than ever before. Monday I go back for some electrolysis to burn away the dark hairs on my upper lip, and we see how I handle that to know how much more is needed.
And what did I do once I was home–other than hope the feeling returned to my cheeks and upper lip? Wrote. What else?
It’s on into Chapter Two now, and while I’m still with Kerry, Annie comes back–not for lunch, but for something . . . well, you have to see for yourself. Which you will. Below.
(All excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Two: B For Bewitching, copyright 2015 by Cassidy Frazee)
Kerry opened his eyes and realized he wasn’t in his bed—or his bedroom. For one, the bed was far larger than his. For another, there wasn’t a window over the head of his bed, so no sunlight coming from that direction.
And lastly, Annie was lying in bed next to him, slowly opening her eyes.
She blinked a few times before slowly looking about room without moving her head. She finally settled her gaze upon the boy next to her. “Kerry.”
“Annie.” He grinned and slipped closer to her. “Did you do this?”
“Put us here?” She barely shook her head. “I’ve tried to dreamwalk to you, but haven’t managed it yet. This was—” She smiled. “It happened.”
Those crazy dream are at it again. Are you wondering a time frame? Don’t worry: Kerry has you covered–
“I’m glad it did; it’s been two weeks since we had lunch and I was missing you.” Remaining under the covers, he moved until they were close enough to kiss. “Strange to wake up in bed while still in bed.”
“I know.” Annie leaned into the kiss, making it sweet and tender. “I could get used to this.”
Kerry chuckled. “I’ve heard that somewhere before.”
She laid her hand upon the side of his arm and slowly side it towards his waist and hip. “If I remember correctly, it’ll be in a couple of—”
The second Annie touched Kerry’s hip her hand stopped, and he knew why, for he had reached for her waist at the same time. Both stared at each other in disbelief.
Okay, so the kids are in bed dreaming that they’re in bed, and . . . what would make them stare like that?
Annie was the first to find her voice. “Did you wear pajamas to bed?”
“I always do.”
She chuckled. “Always?”
He swallowed before speaking. “What about you?”
“I always wear pajamas or a night gown to bed—”
“Let’s not go there.” Annie lifted her side of the covers enough to stare down at her body. “Didn’t expect that.”
Kerry caught a quick peak of himself as well. “Yeah, um . . .” He had a hard time keeping the smile away. “Maybe we should think about getting dressed.”
Yeah, maybe you should, kids! It would really be embarrassing if someone dreamwalked their butts right now and found them in flagrante delicto–though they’re not actually doing anything except dream blushing. And making jokes about being naked in a dream. It’s just that when we have dreams like that, the other person we’re dreaming about usually isn’t really there. It would sort of be like the time Jean Grey caught her scumbag husband Scott fooling around with Emma Frost in his mind. The dumb was strong in those mutants . . .
But they’re rectifying the problem pronto–
“Some night clothes at the least.” The spaghetti strap of a night gown appeared on Annie’s shoulder as she visualized a proper night garment to wear. “There: much better.” She sat up and began to pull the covers back.
“Hey.” Kerry quickly visualized a sleep shirt and lounging pants—his normal sleep attire—around his body before Annie exposed him.
Now she was laughing. “Remember, I’ve seen you, my love.” She fell along side and kissed him once again. “Or did you forget?”
“I do remember—” How can I not remember something like a wedding night that won’t happen for years? “That doesn’t mean you get to see the goods tonight.”
“Prude.” She stuck out her tongue, then looked about the room. “Is this anything you know?”
“I was going to ask you the same.” He sat up gave the room some scrutiny. It wasn’t a large room, but the lock on the door, the instructions next to the door, no visible closet, a door to his right behind Annie, and the large red window curtains to his left told him all he needed. “We’re in a hotel.”
I guess this means when they’re back at school and they start locking lips at the Midnight Madness, when they’re told, “Get a room!” they can yell back, “We already have!” Oh, and if you’re wondering about there being some meaning to this place . . . maybe. Maybe not. Maybe could be? Room me maybe?
Anyway, that’s the start of the scene, and you’ll see where it leads tomorrow, because I’ll get to writing once I’m home and I’ve eaten and I’m ready to go.
Also, I’ve put up a poll that I would love everyone to fill out. If you can. Please. With sugar on top.
That would be great.