Thursday, March 5, 2015

Blurred Edges Chapter Six

Lying awake that night, Claire listened to Martin’s heartbeat, her back pressed against his bare chest beneath the comforter. The steady thumping noise coming from his him was allowing her to slowly lull to sleep, despite the many noises echoing throughout the manor. Creaks and groans of wood shifting in the walls made for haunting melodies, while the sound of harsh winds beating against the windows added a slightly erratic rhythm to the beat.