Fiction- chapter four of a work in progress

Sandy Brewster
Jul 21, 2017 · 1 min read

Chapter 4

Margaret got out of bed and took her mug from her desk. She tiptoed to the bathroom and closed the door before filling the mug from the sink faucet. The last thing she needed was for Starr to wake up and ask what was wrong. Back in the room, Margaret microwaved the cup for two minutes, then popped in a chamomile tea bag. She sat down and thought about the dream that had awakened her. It had been very pleasant. She still had a warm fuzzy feeling as she thought about the cowboy who had put his hands around her waist and lifted her down from the horse’s back. He’d kissed her softly, whispered her name.

The confusing part was that the cowboy definitely resembled the irritating man she’d met when she worked at Carter’s. There was nothing warm and fuzzy about him. She hoped she’d never see him again. But she really wouldn’t mind a dream like that with a more compatible man. She sipped the last of her tea and crawled back into bed, leaving the mug and soggy teabag on her desk.

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