Chapter 225: Three In The Sand
The extra week away from each other was a precaution. A necessary one. Emily understood that. But that did not mean that she had to like it. She missed sleep. She missed the penthouse, and most of all...she missed Derek.
Gone were the lazy mornings in bed. The random conversations, ranging from silly to heartfelt.
And in the place of all of that softness. There was nothing but pain and fear...so much fear. Emily had already died so many times in her dreams that it was not funny. She had drowned, been choked to death, hung, smothered with a pillow. Name it, and she had been through it. But the current dream that Emily was having was very different.
For starters, she knew that she was dreaming. But it all felt so real, that Emily began to doubt the part of her that remembered the moments before falling asleep.
Emily was surrounded by sand, lots and lots of beautiful golden sand. In every direction that she looked it was there.
Sand dunes as high as mountains. Some of them being destroyed and others created as the wind picked up. The landscape being destroyed and remade before her very eyes.
The gentle wind picking up the sand particles, playing with them, scattering them wherever it wished.
It did not feel like a nightmare. In fact, it was rather peaceful to watch, and Emily, walking barefoot in the cool sand, dug her toes into it.
Picking a random direction, she began to walk, having no idea where she was going. Emily had no sense of agency to her, and so she did not hurry, choosing instead to just enjoy the feel of the sand against her bare feet.
Her pace as slow as possible.
From time to time, she even crouched down, feeling the grains of sand with her hands. It was nice, almost like being at the beach. The only thing that was missing was all of the water that usually came with the sand.