Cyndel Adams

The Lights in the Darkness

Ember wakes with a start. She had the dream again. Sighing, she rolls over and turns her lamp on, illuminating her attic bedroom in comforting light. Swiping the back of her hand across her sweat-covered brow, Ember sits up and groans. “Why can’t I just get a good night’s sleep?” Her whisper attracted her tabby cat, Neena, who jumped onto her bed. She stretched, her claws digging into Ember’s comforter, before sitting and looking curiously at her human.