Chapter 3 : A Day Unlike Any Reasonable Day
Robert awoke with a start, tangled in floral bed sheets that smelled faintly of lavender and expired bubble gum, the cottage, too warm and too cozy, wrapped around him like a grandmother's overlong hug. His first thought: Where the hell was he? His second : Why was he wearing a Victorian nightgown? Then. A knock. Not a polite tap, but a theatrical assault ! Rat-a-tat-tat, pause, BOOM. Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat, BOOM. Like someone was determined to audition for Stomp: The Musical using only the front door. Robert bolted upright, nearly throttled by lace. His foot caught on a knit ottoman shaped like a teacup, sending him stumbling forward with all the grace of a collapsing bookshelf. His nightgown billowed behind him like a haunted doily in distress. He didn't hesitate. No breath. No thought. He swung the door open with the fury of a man ready to arrest a poltergeist. And there—glowing like a fever dream in the morning mist—stood a woman with curls like fireworks a...
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