Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 162) Heat
After tossing two thick pillows onto one side of the sofa, Nadja stands back to admire her handy work.
“You know, that’s not half bad.” She says to Viktor.
“Looks cozy and inviting, I appreciate the extra steps to help me be more comfortable.” Viktor says as he yawns. “I think I’m going to call this day done.”
“Yes, I agree.” Nadja looks at the fire. “I think you’ve got us taken care of for a few hours. Get some rest, I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Sounds great, goodnight soapsuds1920s.” Viktor says in a teasing manner as he sits down on the sofa.
“Sweet dreams to you, VikT1000.” Nadja grins as she walks to her room but pauses at the doorway and turns slightly. “I’m glad we finally met.”
“Me too.” Viktor replies from his seated position as he watches her.
“I’m glad you’re here.” She continues without looking at him directly.
“Me too.” Viktor chuckles for his answers seem to be lacking in diversity.
Laughing with Viktor due to his handicapped imagination at this late hour, Nadja gently swings the door shut just enough to offer privacy, but open enough for the heat of the fireplace to seep into her room. Sitting on the sofa and in deep thought, Viktor looks at the dancing flames.
He is still upset about his phone but he finds it amazing to be here, with the young woman he has been following in his dreams for months. Most of all, he is thinking of the visions that plague him. Aaron has been a menacing and negative force in his latest dreams and he cannot help but wonder if they are truly safe up here isolated from the world. Who could possibly come to help if your voice cannot travel the distance to the closest neighbor. Would their need for assistance be nothing more than a silent plea?
“I’ve got to get some rest.” Viktor mumbles to himself as he walks to the bathroom to brush his teeth and change into his pajama bottoms.
Once back in the living room, he tosses the sheet and quilt back on the sofa then slides onto the makeshift bed Nadja was so gracious to make. He pulls the sheet and quilt up to his neck and looks at the front door. As if taking inventory, he scans the room looking at the furnishings so if someone does attempt to break in, he will have a clear path to run up and counter attack. Or, so he hopes anyway.
Closing his eyes, a warm feeling comes over Viktor. Sleep has been calling to him for a few hours now and as he snuggles in, his mind begins to drift in and out of that strange void. It is an odd place, where sounds seem to be amplified and the eyelids are too heavy to move. A slight dizziness sets in and little dots appear to his closed eyes. They soon transform into black and white squares or lines of light and he knows this means sleep has finally arrived.
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