~ Excerpt from The Oneness of Being by Oaza Moun Il–2070 Friday June 14, 2069 Alabama District 3 Commonwealth of North America Shadow and light fell on the still form of Agent Rose standing in the doorway, hands on her hips. An amused smile made sensuous lips curve in invitation. “Most of my dreams start like this,” Mac said. The previous night was a blur. If the taste in his mouth was any indication, he’d spent half the night riotously drunk, and the other half violently ill. The way Rose smiled at him, maybe they’d both been happily drunk, and he’d only been disgracefully ill. “You start most your dreams alive and healthy?” she asked. “Something like that.” He rubbed his face against the pillow as memories from the day before teased his brain. “Get up.” She tossed something on the foot of his bed. “Get dressed.” He hitched the blanket up over his shoulders. “I’m good, thanks.”
