The Messenger: Mortal Beloved Time Travel Romance, #1 - Plot & Excerpts
Abigail had a book. Was it like Mama’s book? Could it have clues to help me get back to my real life? My head was spinning, my brain raced. I needed to unwind. I needed to think. The only thing that did that for me back in Chicago was yoga. I looked around the stable. Yes, it was a little stinky, and the space was cramped, but why couldn’t I do yoga here? I realized I could. I could do things for myself in this foreign world. I would still be Madeline Blackford, who just happened to be transported back in time three hundred plus years—hopefully just for a short while. I spotted some blankets piled in the corner of the barn, grabbed one, and tossed it on the earth in front of Nathan’s stall. I put my hands flat on it and stretched my body with my butt up in the air, my face inches from the blanket. My nose twitched and I sneezed. Phew, this thing smelled horsey. (Note to self: pretty much everything smells horsey in the year 1675.) Technically, this yoga pose was Downward Facing Dog.
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