She had to wake up!
She had to do that right now.
Now would be a good time, Raquel!
But it looked like Raquel wouldn't be coming to her rescue anytime soon.
Then she remembered.
The blindfold!
She yanked it off immediately.
Then she dropped to her kneels, the terrible ache that had crossed her head the first time she had attempted to see his face, taking total control over her.
Pain.
It was all she could feel.
Crashing images.
It was all she could see.
When she opened her eyes once again, it was to daylight.
She had never been so delighted to see that almost blinding sunlight that creeped in through the window in her life.
She threw the covers aside, then rushed to the mirror.
There was a cut on her bottom lip, at the same spot that had happened in the dream, the ceramic was still in her hand too, blood at the tip and edges.
Her blood... his blood?
