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Chapter 19
I woke up partially disorientated but lucid enough to remember that I had to urge the policeman to search through the farms which lay to the west of our small town. I just hoped that the guy was still around. He seemed to be open to anything as long as it granted the possibility of finding Kayla.
Kayla. Her appearance in her dream freaked me out a bit. The jerk had hit her repeatedly by the look of the bruises which had begun to appear. I would never be able to understand what drove a man to hit a woman – let alone one as sweet and caring as Kay. Another thought crossed my mind as I walked toward the lounge – how sure could Morpheus and I be that what Kayla had said in her dream was the truth? On the other hand, Morpheus was the god of dreams and should be able to tell the difference between what is dream and what is reality, right?
“Any news?” I asked my friends who looked drained and withdrawn.
Violet shook her head making her purple ha
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My serious tone seemed to put Morpheus on guard and I could almost see his mind working as he tried to find the words to put me at ease. Clearly he knew what was coming but hadn’t expected it. Or perhaps Miss Clark hadn’t told him that she had told me about the betrothal and so this reaction was for a completely separate offence he had committed. “Talk about what, my love?” he asked, his hand reaching for mine as we sat facing each other on the park bench. I didn’t really know where to start and so I let the first thing that came to my mind blurt out. “How the hell are we meant to be betrothed?” The projectile word-vomit seemed to strike him hard and Morpheus physically recoiled as if I had slapped him. He let go of my hand as if it had burned him and he moved back slightly, edging away from me. “Who told you?” his voice was gentle and yet I could sense the fury which hid behind his words.
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His lips were soft on mine, gentle pressure which seemed to warm me to the tips of my toes. I felt my arms wrap around his neck as my eyes closed in bliss and he pulled me close to him. Morpheus. The thought pierced my mind like an arrow, striking my consciousness. It wasn’t Morpheus who I was kissing. No, it was Ricky and I shouldn’t be enjoying his kiss as much as I was. I slowly pulled back, reluctant to end the kiss although I knew that I had to. I felt as if I was cheating on Morpheus, even if we weren’t really together and our relationship was sort of up in the air due to his being awake. I had planned on visiting him in hospital earlier in the day, but when Ricky arrived the plan flew out the window – along with my brain apparently. I registered the confusion displayed on Ricky’s face as I broke contact with him. “I’m sorry, Cal. I shouldn’t have... I don’t know why I did that.” he said, slightly dazed. He seemed even more awkwa
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