Make Us Work

I got ready for sleep the old fashioned way and climbed under the covers, after setting my alarm for six.

It was nice to be back in my own bed.

As I drifted off, I thought of Abernathy - my father - and hoped he was healing up okay.

In my dreams, I saw Abernathy flying through the night sky of Polonias, his black scales blending in until he was in a different sky, this time during the day.

He landed on the lawn in front of a castle I recognized.

He was in Sharra.

Several worker vampires and guards circled him, but after he spoke, they dispersed, going about their day.

"Cindy," someone called, knocking loudly on my door.

I glanced at the clock and saw it was a little before six. "I'm awake," I said, groggy, not knowing who it was.

"It's Abernathy. He asked to speak with you." The voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't put it to a name.

"I'll be out in a few."

There was no response.

Climbing out of bed, I hurriedly pulled on gray camo pants, a gray tank top, and combat boots.