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projecting I could see everything around me. It was amazing how we took such basic things like sight and light for granted.
I hadn’t removed the pendant since Gram died. It was the last thing she gave me. In a silly way, it made me feel connected to her. I did have other pieces of jewelry she made for me, but this one always felt right.
She did tell me to make sure I kept it with me when her spirit visited me. I wondered if there was a way for me to contact her. There were so many questions I needed her to answer. Where would I even start? All I could do was hope she was watching and would come to me soon. She didn’t seem to think it was safe for her. I forgot what it felt like to be safe.
The rumble in my belly made it hard to remain on the floor. I needed to walk, to move; my body was sore and tight from scarcity of activity. Getting up, my nerves and the lack of answers had me pacing the little bit of floor space I had. How many times could I walk back and forth? Counting my steps was so not helping. The seconds felt like minutes.
I never knew my father. At the earliest of ages, I never thought anything about it; Mom and Gram were always there. My life was full of everything I needed. I wasn’t one of those kids to question things. Nothing felt like it was missing. After Mom disappeared, I asked Gram a few times, but she said Mom never talked about it, and I never pushed.
I wondered if Mom was just human. I don’t remember anything unusual about her. Maybe she was a hybrid, and her special ability was her vanishing act. Gram told me she was in a dark place; when the time was right, she would find her way. Too much time had passed and I had given up on that idea. Gram would sometimes whisper to me, “Never doubt your mother’s love. It is forever a part of you.”
Gram always said wonky stuff. I was starting to understand why. Her riddles, I think, had more hidden meaning than I ever could’ve imagined.
I really hoped Patience and her sister— wow, sister —could find out more information about my amulet and about Ziona. I don’t know why I never pictured her having a sister.
My pacing was starting to make me dizzy. It suddenly dawned on me that I shouldn’t be wasting the little bit of energy I received from that candy bar, so I plopped back on the bed.
Some less crazy and serious thoughts could relax my mind. I eased back and bent up my knees. Of course, my loneliness brought my thoughts back to one of the few humans I hoped to see again.
I speculated about projecting myself to this Kaden guy. Patience said I could focus my thoughts on Ziona to follow her. Maybe if I did the same with Kaden, I could see him. Only I didn’t really know anything about him. I didn’t even know completely what he looked like in real life. His voice did still dance in my ears. That wouldn’t be hard to focus on, or his broad shoulders that stretched across his muscular back. I never realized how much I could enjoy the thoughts of a man made of muscles. I never dated enough to consider what my type might be.
Decidedly, I figured it couldn’t hurt to try. I needed to be able to shift into astral mode quickly if Ziona came back, so it would be good practice. Since I had success projecting myself while I was meditating and chanting some oms, that was as good as any a place to start relaxing my mind.
I placed my hands on my belly and focused on the rise and fall of my breath. Om in and om out. The sound of my breath against my throat helped calm my nerves. Focusing on Kaden’s voice and what little of him I saw helped my mind let go. I hoped for that tingling sensation to start tickling my scalp.
Lying with my eyes closed, thinking about Kaden and his soft supple lips, I breathed in and out. Sharing that breath with him and thoughts of him on the beach in my dream kept clouding my mind. Picturing walking along with my feet in the surf standing beside one of the hottest men I’ve ever been around, my mind just drifted
I hadn’t removed the pendant since Gram died. It was the last thing she gave me. In a silly way, it made me feel connected to her. I did have other pieces of jewelry she made for me, but this one always felt right.
She did tell me to make sure I kept it with me when her spirit visited me. I wondered if there was a way for me to contact her. There were so many questions I needed her to answer. Where would I even start? All I could do was hope she was watching and would come to me soon. She didn’t seem to think it was safe for her. I forgot what it felt like to be safe.
The rumble in my belly made it hard to remain on the floor. I needed to walk, to move; my body was sore and tight from scarcity of activity. Getting up, my nerves and the lack of answers had me pacing the little bit of floor space I had. How many times could I walk back and forth? Counting my steps was so not helping. The seconds felt like minutes.
I never knew my father. At the earliest of ages, I never thought anything about it; Mom and Gram were always there. My life was full of everything I needed. I wasn’t one of those kids to question things. Nothing felt like it was missing. After Mom disappeared, I asked Gram a few times, but she said Mom never talked about it, and I never pushed.
I wondered if Mom was just human. I don’t remember anything unusual about her. Maybe she was a hybrid, and her special ability was her vanishing act. Gram told me she was in a dark place; when the time was right, she would find her way. Too much time had passed and I had given up on that idea. Gram would sometimes whisper to me, “Never doubt your mother’s love. It is forever a part of you.”
Gram always said wonky stuff. I was starting to understand why. Her riddles, I think, had more hidden meaning than I ever could’ve imagined.
I really hoped Patience and her sister— wow, sister —could find out more information about my amulet and about Ziona. I don’t know why I never pictured her having a sister.
My pacing was starting to make me dizzy. It suddenly dawned on me that I shouldn’t be wasting the little bit of energy I received from that candy bar, so I plopped back on the bed.
Some less crazy and serious thoughts could relax my mind. I eased back and bent up my knees. Of course, my loneliness brought my thoughts back to one of the few humans I hoped to see again.
I speculated about projecting myself to this Kaden guy. Patience said I could focus my thoughts on Ziona to follow her. Maybe if I did the same with Kaden, I could see him. Only I didn’t really know anything about him. I didn’t even know completely what he looked like in real life. His voice did still dance in my ears. That wouldn’t be hard to focus on, or his broad shoulders that stretched across his muscular back. I never realized how much I could enjoy the thoughts of a man made of muscles. I never dated enough to consider what my type might be.
Decidedly, I figured it couldn’t hurt to try. I needed to be able to shift into astral mode quickly if Ziona came back, so it would be good practice. Since I had success projecting myself while I was meditating and chanting some oms, that was as good as any a place to start relaxing my mind.
I placed my hands on my belly and focused on the rise and fall of my breath. Om in and om out. The sound of my breath against my throat helped calm my nerves. Focusing on Kaden’s voice and what little of him I saw helped my mind let go. I hoped for that tingling sensation to start tickling my scalp.
Lying with my eyes closed, thinking about Kaden and his soft supple lips, I breathed in and out. Sharing that breath with him and thoughts of him on the beach in my dream kept clouding my mind. Picturing walking along with my feet in the surf standing beside one of the hottest men I’ve ever been around, my mind just drifted
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