Bree woke up feeling as if she hadn't slept at all—or as if she had never been awake before.
She lay on her Mom's bed for what felt like an hour, gazing at the dust particles that floated in the air where the sun shone through. Her body had the weight of light, her mind the clarity of the night. She felt no thirst, hunger, or desire. Thousands of words stormed in her mind in a violent swirl, but none of them connected to form a sentence. Flashback images blipped before her eyes, but her brain could not register what the eyes saw. Consequently, Bree saw nothing, heard nothing, thought nothing, and felt nothing.
The room smelled alien—a mixture of scent from her Mom and Abigail, neither of which stirred Bree. After a long period of doing nothing, Bree simply got up, put on her clothes, and left the room.
