Thursday, December 4, 2014

NIKKI -- Excerpt #1

Nikki woke sweating, reaching for Brock to hold her and chase away the dream.
         Darkness coiled around her, solid and cold like a massive snake. As she struggled, it fractured into dozens of coils, all wearing the faces of Marcus and Angelo, Ringo's errand boys.
Brock wasn't there. His side of the bed was cold.
Nikki curled up, hugging her knees to her chest while she got her breathing under control. Their king-size bed was too big, the extra-thick mattress threatened to swallow her like quicksand, and all the luxuries surrounding her made her feel small and colorless.
She opened her eyes to rainy, early morning gloom. With a soft groan, Nikki unrolled from the tangled blankets and what felt like twenty pounds of quilts, got on her hands and knees, and crawled to the edge of the bed. She shifted onto her bottom to swing her legs off the side of the bed and suddenly the floor looked two stories away.
          "Not again," she moaned, and pressed one hand to her abdomen and the other to her mouth, in case that rolling-on-rough-seas sensation followed through on its threat to make her spew. Deep breaths and focusing her eyes on the door on the far side of the master bedroom helped her steady the world. She slid down to the floor as gently as possible, to avoid jarring anything unhappy inside her. So far, so good.

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