He was blind. Rafe sat up. His feet touched the satin-like finish of his Wilton carpet. Cool air filled his lungs when he breathed deep. He rolled his shoulders back and moved his head from side to side. Through the dark mist clouding his vision, he saw vague shadows, unrecognizable shapes, and a slight lightening of the darkness. Early morning silence closed around him. He reached for the cup on his bedside table. Stale-tasting water slid down his parched throat. Hands outstretched, Rafe walked around the room, feeling along the cool, damp wall. His hand touched the side of his large, mahogany armoire, and he let his fingers trail around the smooth sides of the wardrobe. A short distance farther, he felt the edge of the crisp linen drapes. Pushing them further apart, he opened the window. His mind screamed in anger. See, damn you. But nothing changed. Leaning out, he took deep breaths of fresh morning air. The musty smell of the earth, after another recent rain, filled his nostrils. They’d had very little summer this year, only rain and cold.
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