Short Fiction: How Soon Is Now? Pt2 by Michelle Foster

Part Two I was aware of a presence as I awoke.  A comforting atmosphere that reminded me of my mother. The smell of soap and water.  Freshly laundered cotton.  I was far too comfortable to be in my bunk at the dorm.  I opened my eyes slowly, not wanting the illusion to disappear.  My eyes … More Short Fiction: How Soon Is Now? Pt2 by Michelle Foster