“Wanna dance?” The stranger whispers his question from behind my back. His breath tickles against my ear and I look around to see who asks me. I see a man in a black hoodie and jeans. The hood is turned up so I cannot see his face. I want to refuse but something compels me to accept the invitation.
“What kind of welcome is that?” the man asked. “Didn’t you miss me, my darling?” He stepped across the threshold and into the room. He was tall, taller than Richard and his shoulders were broader too. His hair was curly and he was wearing glasses. He walked up to the dresser and took the chair, placed it near Madeleine’s head and took a seat.
“What the…?” Madeleine thought, “Where is my night lamp?” She groped around in the dark for the bed stand, but felt nothing. Madeleine started to wake up for real. It was still dark outside and everything was quiet. The room smelt like her grandmother’s closet. And stranger still, the bed didn’t feel like her bed!