Aislin rubbed lotion into her dry, cracked hands and prepared for the keyboard. Last night her head had been filled with horrific visions. She hoped to recapture a few of them before they faded.
It had been several months since her last night terror. This morning's was bad. She blamed it on the heat.
Aislin turned up the heat a week ago in anticipation of Quinn's visit. However, the heat wasn't working properly and Quinn never made it. The heat had been mysteriously fixed over night and her room was a sauna.
It was no surprise the nightmares had come. It was shaping up to be a horrible week.
Quinn was supposed to be coming up this weekend, but she hadn't heard from him in several days. She knew he was busy with trials.
Aislin really wanted to see him, if only to quell her fears before hoping an airplane for the frozen land of corn. She longed to lay her head on his chest and stare into his blue eyes. She was afraid extenuating circumstances would blindside her plans again.
Yesterday, the nightmare scenario of finals week had come to pass. The computer crashed losing papers she'd been working on. She'd gotten an extension but still didn't feel like rewriting a 10 page screenplay from scratch.
Today was contract day at work. Aislin wasn't in the mood to be chipper with conference clients. She wanted to stay in bed drink mugs and mugs of Green Tea and read. But she needed the paycheck.
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