Wyndham by L.L. Muir

Author:L.L. Muir [Muir, L.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Green Toed Fairy
Published: 2020-04-12T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

There were times in Bronagh's life when her mind would stop working altogether. A mood would hit her and she's toddle off to the office supply to find a new pen, a crisp new ream of paper--a fresh sketch pad and pastels--and when confronted with myriad choices, her brain would stall out. And after a long hour or two of standing before the displays, with her thoughts caught on a never-ending loop, she'd finally have the wherewithal to wrench herself away. She'd be forced to return another day when maybe her brain was working correctly.

It happened regularly enough that she suspected the phase of the moon might have something to do with it. But not so regularly that she spent much time investigating the triggers of those episodes.

That night, faced with far too many options for what should, could, or should not happen with the creation she'd locked in her basement, her brain slipped into freeze mode.

Inconvenient, that.

Through so many such episodes in her thirty-four years of life, she'd learned that her brain could be reset much like a computer. She needed only to turn it off and turn it on again.

With such a singular predicament facing her, she turned to her usual remedy by setting her alarm for twenty-four minutes and lying on her bed for a cat nap. The lovely braw man in the basement would have time to consider his predicament while she reset her brain. In twenty-four minutes, she'd wake and know just what to do.

She’d owe him an apology. He owed her answers. But neither of them could get what they wanted until her head was clear.

Twenty-four was a magic number. A mind game she had to play to make sure she fell asleep...efficiently. Four minutes to relax. Twenty minutes to sleep. Set and check.

She slipped off her tights and skirt, then kicked her legs between the cool sheets, to warm them with a little friction. She buried her arm beneath the pillows and welcomed the chilled cotton against her heated face.

Breathe in and out, in and out, in and out. No rush. No worrying. Just appreciate this precious time…to reset, to breathe in…and out, in and out...

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