Wake (16 page)
Drives to her house, and sprints through the snow to his.
Opens the door.
Slips in.
He’s waiting, in his sleep, for her.
She slides into the dark shadow against his body. She kisses his shoulder. He takes her hand. Strings his fingers through hers. Holds on tightly.
And they are off, through the link of fingers.
Watching themselves, together.
Catching his dreams.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Lisa McMann was born and raised in Michigan, and lived there all her life. Until 2004, when she and her family moved to the Phoenix area.
Now she writes.
From a green chair.
Overlooking the Superstition Mountains.
Sometimes she wears a cowboy hat.
She’s not really a cowboy.
She just likes hats.
Most of Lisa’s short stories are published online and in print, like the one about homelessness. It won a cool Templeton Award. You can read more about Lisa and find her blog through her website, at www.lisamcmann.com. Or better yet, be her friend at MySpace: www.myspace.com/lisamcmann.
