ISLA~
I don't know what to call it, but it isn't nothing. But till I figure out what this is. I can't touch you.
So, can you wait for me.
I woke up startled by my own words. My chest was rising and falling rapidly, my breath hitching in the quiet dark of the room. Despite the room's air conditioning blasting a steady stream of freezing air, I was sweating vigorously.
I dragged a trembling hand down my face, willing my heart rate to slow down. I was a woman of logic, of calculated risks and airtight contracts. Waking up in a cold sweat over a client was not just unprofessional, it was dangerous.
"You look like you've seen a ghost."
I turned toward the voice. My eyes landed on Leonard who was seated by the desk illuminated only by the faint glow of the reading lamp.
"Bad dream?" He asked.
"Hmmm."
I got up and stretched.
"Elara is back" I said.
"I saw her, she looked err. Okay"
I picked up my phone. Of course she was. 3:39 it read. My insomnia sure was getting worse.
