Chapter 12 – Gone Sunday, October 7 Rhiannon – 10:30 AM I begin to come to gradually when the surface I’m lying on shifts. The first sensation I’m wholly aware of is the warmth of the sun playing across my face. I peel back my eyelids and wet my lips with my tongue. My face is smashed into the pillow, and the sheets are a tangled wad that wraps around my waist and bunches between my legs. I swallow the knot in my throat and stretch, feeling sore as if I’ve just run a marathon. I turn my head slowly, feeling the stiffness in my neck. I’m crammed against the wall, but the rest of the bed is empty, and this sets the wheels turning in my mind. It seems as if there is something missing. The events of last night come back to me in a disorderly jumble. Grasshoppers. Ravioli. Blake. Dancing. Andy. Blake. Kissing. Taxi. Blake. Blake. Blake. Oh dear God. I clutch my chest in my hand, relieved to find I’m at least clothed. We almost had sex last night…And now Blake is gone. My heart splutters.
