Chapter 3A Chapter by CJ BarnardChapter 3 My room in the Green’s guest house, yes Greenlake is named after the owners, and the lake has to do with a small stream that runs past the house at the bottom of the garden. Jonathan and I used to take morning runs alongside it, right into town, then turn up, and come street side back up. Even when the lake was iced over due to winter, we would still run the same stretch. Once I slipped on the snow, and Jonathan tried to support my fall, but we both ended up rolling around in it instead, laughing our heads off, that was the first time he kissed me, I still remember it like it happened yesterday. Anyway, I got little off track there, my room, is on the top of the stairs, third door to the right. I have my own bathroom, as well as a balcony. The room is decorated simply. A double bed against the back all with bed side tables on either side and uplighters on top, vintage Victorian styled. A writing desk against the opposite wall, though I think other guests use it as a vanity desk and chair, my laptop is atop it. My suitcase is tucked neatly under the bed, with my clothing hanging or folded, depending on what it is, in the closet and my shoes neatly arranged at the base of the closet. The bed is decorated in a floral printed spread, everything is as I had left it the morning before. Neat, tidy, made up. Clean. Paige Lavender It wasn’t the running or the crying or being out of her whitts scared that had awaken Paige Lavender, it was the scream. She bolted upright in her bed, her body and bedding soaked from the sweat still running down her forehead, he heart was beating so fast and hard she thought it would beat right out of her chest, her breath coming in gasps, as if she had just finished a marathon race. Turning to face the digital clock on her nightstand, she groaned. It was only two in the morning, and Paige knew she would not be able to fall back into blissful sleep again. Climbing out of bed, her knees still weak from the hellish nightmare of a dream she woke from, she walked over to her adjoining bathroom, flicking on the light, she turned on the facet and let the water run for a few seconds as she studied her own reflection in the mirror. She was unnaturally pale, rolling her eyes she let out a laugh, all those mystery novels and movies she had been watching and reading were finally catching up to her. She splashed the cool crisp water over her face and almost instantly stumbled backwards. The images of the dead girl in her dream coming back to her. The eyes still damp from crying, cheeks still flushed from running. Paige tried to shake the image, but it would not leave her. So instead she took her phone from the nook where it was charging and turned on the video recorder, sitting down she tried her hardest to recall the image and describe her dream in total and with as much detail as she possibly could remember. Thinking it would make an awesome new Novel, this was normal for her, as it was the base and starting line for all her best-selling books. © 2019 CJ BarnardReviews
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1 Review Added on June 22, 2019 Last Updated on June 22, 2019 AuthorCJ BarnardBloemfontein, Free State, South AfricaAboutI live in my own world insode my head. The silance I portray is not what goes on inside my mind. I can go days without uttering a word from my lips, the conversations i have in my own mind and the sto.. more..Writing
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