So as most of you know Beautiful Nightmares is going up tonight and should be available for purchase sometime tomorrow!
So for all of you who have been patiently waiting...Thank you!
I'm so excited to share this teaser with you and I hope you enjoy it.
There are times where I think that
the quiet solitude of darkness can be a comfort. It can cover you like a newly
knitted quilt, swaddling you in a cocoon of serenity. It can banish the dark
thoughts in your mind. Make you feel safe. Make you feel warm.
Now is not one of those times.
I wake with the soft caress of
slumber still clouding my mind. The land of dreams beckons, threatening to pull
me back into its’ realm. It’s like an annoying voice lingering in the darkened
portions of my brain, a haunting echo that I can’t let go of. My eyes snap
open. I refuse to let sleep consume me anymore.
My room is midnight black, minus the
shimmering stars, and I squint, trying to get a clear picture of my
surroundings. The opaque black is thick and overpowering, like a cement barrier
of smog and it doesn’t matter how much time I give my eyes to adjust. I still
can’t see a damn thing.
I whisper his name into the
darkness, “Elijah.” Fanning my fingers out across the sheets to lace my fingers
through his. “Elijah are you awake, love?”
Silence.
I glide my fingers further along the
soft cushioned mattress and shiver when the cold from the sheets seeps through
my skin. “Elijah?”
Still no answer.
Panic begins to work its way through
my body.
My heart thunders in my chest.
My pulse races.
Sweat trickles down my temples.
With force and quick reflexes, I rip
my sheets from the bed and scream. “Elijah! Elijah, where are you?” My fingers
once again brush across the cold, bare spot next to me and my screams escalate
to shrieks. “Elijah! Elijah, where are you? Where did you go?”
The door to my room flings open. It
lets out a loud bang as it crashes into the wall. A soft light filters into the
room and all I see is white. White walls. White floors. White sheets. A young
woman dressed from head to toe in a cotton periwinkle ensemble rushes toward
me. All of her blonde hair is piled on top of her head in a bun.
“Where is he?” I cry, choking on a
sob stuck in my throat. “Where is my Elijah?”
“Hush, now.” The young woman has a
slick yet soothing voice. “You don’t need to worry about such things, Adelaide.
You need your rest.” She eases me back into a lying down position and smoothes
my hair back away from my face.
“Just tell me where he went,” I
plead. “Please.”
This woman doesn’t understand how
much I love Elijah. How he is like the sun on the horizon to me. Without him,
it’s like gazing into the night sky without the stars and the moon. Empty and
devoid of beauty and awe. “Can’t you please tell me where he went?” I ask, a
hint of hopefulness in my voice.
“No,” she says flatly, pulling the
sheets up over my chest.
“Why not?” I don’t understand this
cruelty. This woman has to know where he is. She just has to. And how could she
keep his whereabouts from me? Can’t she see his absence is tearing me apart?
“Because I don’t know.”Have a great day everyone!!!
