Sleep.
Belle knew that things were bad when she couldn’t remember the last time sleep had comforted her. It had been at least a week ago.
How could the body endure such a time?
I have to sleep. But they’ll be there.
Bone-weary, Belle stumbled over the rocks, upwards, ever upwards. The hillside was fast becoming mountaintaneous.
The word made her laugh a little, although a strange cackle was the only sound that came out. Years ago, when everything had been different, she had come up with the word on a driving trip with the family.
Lost and lonely in the mountains, Belle Tallahas hadn’t met a single person in weeks now. And because of the dreams – those fearful dreams – she hadn’t slept in days.
Where are you Dad?
Belle fell down and wept.
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