{"id":2847,"date":"2016-05-02T00:00:20","date_gmt":"2016-05-02T04:00:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=2847"},"modified":"2016-05-01T21:10:40","modified_gmt":"2016-05-02T01:10:40","slug":"thirty-one-03-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=2847","title":{"rendered":"Thirty-one – 03"},"content":{"rendered":"

[This post is from Matt’s point of view.]<\/em><\/p>\n

Her house perched on a cliff that overlooked the water. As it turned out, the place where he\u2019d awakened that first day was part of a finished basement where she spent most of her time\u2014she felt safer down there, she\u2019d said\u2014no one could see her down there. She went upstairs to cook, but that was all. For everything else, she stayed downstairs where it was safe.<\/p>\n

Where she felt<\/em> safe.<\/p>\n

Hecate had told him, though, that he could go anywhere he wanted in the house, so he\u2019d been exploring ever since. He\u2019d found evidence of a life lived in the house, but without photographs to go by, it was hard to know whose life it had been. There were books and knickknacks, sketchpads and notebooks. Whoever had lived in the house above had been an artist, someone with myriad fascinations, someone that wasn\u2019t afraid to enroll in a class here, a class there\u2014just to learn more about something. There wasn\u2019t much rhyme or reason to any of the subjects he\u2019d found in the notebooks beyond most of them being full of lecture notes. Clearly, whoever lived in the home had traveled, based on the souvenirs and odds and ends scattered around\u2014or lived vicariously through the other people who\u2019d collected them.<\/p>\n

She usually stayed downstairs while he was exploring, shuttered away in her study, working on whatever it was that she was working on\u2014he hadn\u2019t asked, mostly because he didn\u2019t want to know.<\/p>\n

Matt was finding that he wanted her to keep as many secrets as he wanted to hear.<\/p>\n

He woke alone that morning, though the bed was still warm where she\u2019d been. They hadn\u2019t talked about that morning two days before when she\u2019d woken from her dream. She\u2019d just stayed close to him, as if his presence was comforting\u2014it probably was. He didn\u2019t mind it.<\/p>\n

Still, the closeness of the past few days made him a little nervous to find her gone when he woke up.<\/p>\n

If someone\u2019s shown up to\u2014to\u2014<\/em><\/p>\n

To what? To threaten her again? What the hell would he do?<\/p>\n

Not nothing. That\u2019s for sure.<\/em><\/p>\n

He got up, threw on pants and a shirt, then ducked out of the room, listening for signs of anything amiss.<\/p>\n

There was nothing\u2014no sound, no sign of anything wrong. Not down there.<\/p>\n

That was terrifying.<\/p>\n

Matt sucked in a deep breath and headed for the stairs.<\/p>\n

Where are you, Hecate? Where are you?<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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