Gwendolyn walked into her bedroom with a glass of chilled tequila in one hand and her evening activity in the other. Dressed in an old shift dress she was the picture of comfort not seduction. A kicked back chilled out evening was the business at hand.
Glancing out her window she saw the neighborhood was still shrouded in thick fog. The normally quiet area was now absolutely silent. Even the lights from the closest houses were invisible. It was like she existed in a separate dimension.
Throwing back the covers Gwendolyn piled her pillows up and crawled on the mattress. Wiggling into a comfortable pose she propped her newest acquisition against her long legs. It was a leather bound book with a deeply embossed cover. The image of a sleeping face with its arms loosely wrapped around its hea
