The woman furiously ran upstairs. Slamming herself on Emma's bed. "I'll make you some tea. You seem stressed. Herbal or a brew?" Emma said calmly. Not like a random woman walked into her house breaking everything. But the woman was clearly too frustrated to reply. but Emma waited, knowing this happens to people. She was going to answer soon, when the frustration goes down.
"Herbal. Please. I don't like milk" she said, she had a softer tone now. Not like before. Now she wants help. Or needs it. Emma nodded approvingly and went off to make it.
Instead of skipping a step in the stairs like she always did. She stopped by the step. Lifting the carpet to see. The loose plank of wood. But it didn't look accidently loose. It was purposely poked out. As she lifted the plank, she saw a bit of leather. As she took out the piece of a cow's skin she revealed. A journal. But she just took out the journal, hid the stone and set off to make the tea. With the journal. Of course, and she hid the evidence. But she did it too quick to do it properly. Not even putting the carpet back in place to hide the plank.
By the time she made the herbal tea, the woman was moaning. Screaming how long it was and that she was coming down. So Emma sprinted upstairs, quickly sweeping the carpet back in place with her slippers and ran upstairs. But slowing down by her bedroom, which was being accompanied by the woman. As she got to her room. She got a death glare from her. But she handed the tea to her, gave a faint smile and went out. Giving the woman some privacy to do her own thing. Hoping the woman didn't break anything. Or find the emerald embedded in the stairs.
While downstairs, Emma was thinking whether to read the journal or not. It was another question. But she decided to read it. Was it cursed? a question walking around her head faster and faster. But she chose to ignore it. She opened the journal to see...
YOU ARE READING
Surviving A Dream
ФэнтезиDreams.A complicated part of the brain.Or is it a reality? No one knows,I hope
