[Sodium_noir] Mikes Place- John Black's bed

[Bill]

Abby, with Mike lurking about
Sleepy Bastet and Hound
Cats and Dogs, oh my!
 
She floated in a muted sea of light and muffled sounds. Slowly, ever so slowly these resolved into clarity. Sights and sounds and smells, flooded her senses.
The Moon huge, full and bright. She felt she could almost reach up and touch it through the branches overhead.
The smell of muddy water, heavy on the evening breeze.
Sounds of large prey, a dense herd, crowding beneath her tree, drinking thirstily.
The scented of warm bodies, wet fur, and...bloody flesh.
Her stomach grumbled, her appetite awake.
She peered down, tail lashing slowly too and fro.
Shadowed bulky forms crowded round the water hole, their drinking stirring ripples, setting the Moonlight dancing.
And glowed like coals in the eyes of the scaly things lurking just beneath the surface. 
Eyes that watched the herd as avidly as she.
Far too near, Something growled.
LOUDLY.
She snapped from deep sleep to full wakefulness.
The room was strange to her, dark and full of the scents of Man.
And Dog.
 
The room is simple, almost spartan.  There's a large bed, a dresser, full length mirror, two tables with lamps on either side of the bed, one of them holding a recent mystery novel by Michael Connelly.

Above the bed is a recent painting by a local artist, a picture of Hamelt but in a modern setting.

On the pillow next to her is a short note:

Abby,
Went to find Matt, discuss what we saw returning from Paris.  Might be important.  If you don't find me tonight I'll find you tomorrow.  =)

John

As she finishes the letter, a loud groan can be heard from the floor as Mike stretches out, looking up at her with a goofy look.


       
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