Siobhán woke with a start, and scrambled to the corner of the bed where she had been sleeping, and turtle against the wall away from the grasp of the man who was reaching for her.
“Easy” Louie offered and withdrew his hand. “You were freaking out and I thought you might hurt yourself…shit, you were freak’n me out. I won’t hurt you.”
He moved off the bed and sat in an old wicker chair at the end of the bed, and placed his elbows on his knees and lowered his head just enough to avoid direct eye contact – a conscious attempt to not appear threatening.
“Who are you?” Siobhán eyes darted from the man and around the room, and out the window across the room, it was dark outside, but nothing else registered. “Who are you!”
“Louie” he smiled. “Louie Albert Kwastila…and who are you?”
Siobhán still felt incredibly agitated, but could feel her fear quickly dissipating. It was slowly beginning to take hold that this man was not a threat, and her anxiety was more about lost time and space. As if she had been taken farther away from her destination by forces outside her control, and that these forces were still in play – she felt helpless and was uncertain what to do next. She looked the man at the end of the bed and began to register his voice and the goodness in him.
“Louie Albert Kwastila, where am I?”
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Lawrence Lewis
About Lawrence Lewis
I do a number of things professionally...but most of all and the true purpose of what I do through "my work" is to provide for my family, be a good husband and great father, and try to make a difference as a world citizen...I guess it's not much more complicated than that 🙂