With a jolt, Erika tumbled out of the dream, out of sleep. Her heart was pounding. Her throat was parched. She felt her skin and shuddered because it was icy. Throwing a glance at the window, she recalled she’d drawn the curtains because the night had been hot. It wasn’t now, and dawn slowly peeked through the sky. With a thug, she dragged the wrapper over her body and stumbled to the table. Nne insisted everyone kept water in their room before going to bed. Erika gulped with gratitude for that wisdom. Then she set back the stainless cup, and...
Advent – excerpt 2
