Convergence

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Departure

I felt the sun on my cheek before I opened my eyes. I curled my head back, over my shoulders and stretched for a few seconds before relaxing back into my bed. I felt well rested, like I had slept for the perfect amount of time. As I let out a wild yawn, the events of the previous night flooded back into my head.

There was so much to think about, so many questions… But before I could think about anything else, I felt a pull toward the door, as if an invisible string was gently tugging me toward it; that’s how I knew Samuel was there. I opened my eyes.

“Morning sleepyhead.” Sam bounced into the room with a plate of buttered toast and eggs – exactly what I would have made for myself. He walked over to the far side of my bed and swung his leg up as he sat down. I took the plate and fork from him, and he returned to his spot on the rocking chair. I sat in silence holding the plate, mouth agape.

“Can you read my mind?” I finally asked exasperated.

He looked startled by my question, but after a quick examination of my expression he cracked a smile and said, “No, I’m just polite.”

I laughed a little, mostly because I couldn’t think of anything else to do. I finally surrendered to his weird intuitive breakfast and ate it. After I finished I looked over at my clock. It read two o’clock. I must have slept for—

“Seven hours,” Sam said nonchalantly.

“You’re going to have to stop doing that. It’s freaking me out.” He just laughed and went right on watching some show about Italian cooking. “How are you not freaking out?” I demanded. Sam looked irritated, as if it was a dumb question.

“What do you mean?”

I was stunned, stunned and frustrated. His calmness was beginning to get on my nerves.

“I mean how are you not freaking out about the events of last night? You know, the whole dream communication, me begging for help thing?”

“Oh, that?” he chortled. “I've been dealing with it for weeks, I’m just glad I was able to track you down, relieved actually.” He looked at me and gave me a simple smile. I couldn’t tell what I thought about him, not at that moment anyway. I wanted to be scared, to be angry, and to be made uncomfortable by this whole experience, but I wasn’t. He just made me feel too comfortable, too safe to question any of it. That must have been why I finally slept through the night. It had to be. The minute he showed up I got tired enough to sleep all day, after weeks of not even being able to close my eyes for more than an hour, definitely not a coincidence. Maybe part of me felt like I was in danger, but it was such a small part that it didn’t register in the rest of my brain. And then he showed up and comforted that small part of me enough so that I could sleep.