I see her in my dreams. She stands amidst a cluster of other girls, their filthy white dresses flowing around them, looking over the edge of a dusty cliff. Her green eyes tunnel into me, and I become her.An alarm rings. Air raid! I run to the nearest pile of rubble to hide from the German bombers. This burnt-out building is all I have for protection, but it isn’t enough. I cry out, knowing my life is about to end.“I will take my secret to the grave. Basil must never be told the truth!”“Lenora, you’ll be late for work.” My mother’s sing-song voice floats in on the morning breeze.I freak out. I jump out of bed staring at the sky blue wallpaper and track lighting. How did this building survive the last blast? Where is the fire? Is the air raid still on? How can my mother still be alive?Mom stares at me as if she doesn’t know me. The alarm is still ringing. My reality slides back into place.“I’m up.” I yawn and fall back onto my forget-me-not blue duvet as Mother pads down the hall.Work.
