FEEL MORE.

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE.

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The unrivaled way to rise each morning, should any have the option, is to find oneself in that clouded place where dreams and reality blend like watercolors, one into the next where it's several heart beats before we come to realize that the dream has ended and life began anew. We want to stay in that limbo for as long as we can, to let it revive and comfort us in a way our waking life never will. There is a small sense of loss that coats our mind for a while, a thin slick of oil on water, once the clouds are burned away by life, a benign sadness lingering just beyond recognition and evaporating to nothingness in a blink, leaving only a dim fading glimmer of memory behind.

This state was where Elijah Wealthmoor had found himself as soon as his eyes peered open to great the beginning of a new dawn. His wife and father were on to something and deep inside, he could feel it and he knew whatever it is that was going on, would be something he wouldn't like. Som