Lucas could feel warm satin sweat against his cheek, and his fingers curled slightly, moving through slick stickiness to a little node of firmness. It was curiously cool, curiously crumbly. Crumbly? But… already it was gone, the details of the dream fading with the night. It had been so clear, so vivid – so real. And now nothing but a lingering feel that something important had happened, something life-changing.
“3 Ghosts, Ch. 12”
About the story: My secound round in Novel in a Day.