Tori Rae woke up in a sweat, sitting straight up in bed. The light was still on shining from the night stand. She hadn't been able to turn it off since her father, Henry had passed away years earlier. It felt safer in her cottage when it was on.
The clock read 3:33 am. She sighed and laid back down. A dream had been haunting her lately, a dream of knights and round tables and this aching sense of betrayal. It was really getting to her. The man at the center of her dream in a way resembled Noah, her old boyfriend and now reluctant minister to a nearly failing church. But time had not been good to this curious man's skin or disposition. And for some reason she felt his tormented spirit haunting her.
Each time she saw Noah as she ran errands in town, this unknown errant king's face hit her mind like a wraith whispering that she needed to finish his story. Frankly, it was really getting on her nerves. She decided what topic she wrote about not some bothersome king with a plan she couldn't yet fathom. Sometimes this supposed psychic gift she possessed.was more of a silent curse. She was feeling in some way as if Noah had hurt her and not this bizarre tale she had tried to craft when her muse was being silent and difficult. She felt like starting that story had in some way cursed her life.
She, sighed, turned over in bed, and left the light on. Then prayed God would let her mind rest so she could to go back to sleep.
Next day, at Honey Bee's Book Nook
Tori Rae Davis crumpled up the notebook page and threw it across the room. Honey Barnes owner of Honey Bee's Book Nook observed her from across the bookstore. It was the seventh paper Tori had discarded in the last hour. There was definitely something bothering her.
Honey picked up and read the last paper Tori had tossed out. It was her friends old Nottingham story. It had been awhile since Tori had wanted to dabble in that world again. Honey wondered why she was back at it. That story had really hurt her heart after Noah had read some pages and recognized himself in the evil King. It hadn't set well with him. Now he avoided her like the plague.
As she read the paragraph, Honey realized Tori was having dreams again. She liked to write to work through diffucult dreams. In a way, that was awesome. Her grief after Henry's death had set her back. Not just in her walk with God but her walk as a creative soul, worship singer and self appointed God girl. She had basically lost so much of what made Tori Tori.
She had been in a season of healing not just her body but her mind and spirit as well. She had questioned her whole existence when Noah began avoiding her at church. Thank God her brother Marcus had been around to pick up the pieces. His military experience had helped him deal with the loss of his dad, but Tori's life had been shattered. It was something she was struggling to overcome.
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