Nicole

Inflorescence

I slipped my hand under the pillow and turned my dim phone alarm off. Lucy stirred a little in the bed next to mine. I froze for a moment, but then she began snoring softly again. Yesterday’s hike through Hachimantai had worn us all out. The glow of my phone torch filled the room as I climbed out of bed. Hanging from the wardrobe in front of me was my attire for tonight. White bell sleeves cast a ghostly shadow on the wood. I was uneasy.