Her Blinding Light

'Awkwardness'

After I helped with some chores, I was so tired that I slipped into the wrong bedroom and slept.

I thankfully didn't snore.

When I woke up, I saw Horace on the floor, sitting cross legged and reading a book.

Crap. I was in his room.

"Oh goodness, is this your room?" I said, shaking.

"Hm? Oh....yes, this is my room. I saw you sleeping on the bed so I just sat on the floor," Horace said.

"I'm so sorry, I was really tired from today's events and I mistook your bedroom for Emma's,"

"It's fine, really."

I looked at his book.

"What is that about?" I asked him.

"It's about dreams," Horace said. "Thought they might be able to help me with my nightmares."

"Are they that bad?" I said. He nodded.

"Though no one knows just how bad it is. They always get annoyed with me whenever I scream and wake them up in the middle of the night, but they don't understand how paralyzing my dreams are. They call me dramatic because when I get visions sometimes, I faint."

"That's horrible," I said. "Why can't they understand?"

"Because their peculiarities aren't terrifying," Horace said.

I looked around. "I'd better go, before anyone suspects us of something."

"Hopefully they won't." Horace said.

Unfortunately, Emma noticed me slipping out of Horace's room and cornered me in her bedroom.

"What was that about?" she asked. "Why were you in Horace's room?"

"No reason," I said.

Emma raised her eyebrows. "Are you hiding something?"

"Ugh, fine. I was so tired that I mistook his bedroom for yours and...well...when I woke up he was on the floor. That's all. Nothing else happened."

"Uh huh," Emma said, not quite convinced.

"I'm telling the truth!"

I went outside to the hall and I saw three dead bees on the floor. Damn it, Hugh will be upset, I thought. I gently picked up the bees and I entered Hugh's room slowly. He and Fiona were sitting on the bed, in a deep conversation. "Hugh," I said. Hugh and Fiona both jumped. "Were they supposed to be dead?" I asked, showing the bees to Hugh. He stared at my hand. "H-how are they d-dead?!" he exclaimed.

"Were they the ones who stung that baker in town?" Fiona asked, surprising me. I had never heard her speak before.

"No! I swear they were buzzing around earlier!"

Fiona looked worried. "So there's something in the hallway," she said.

We went outside and spotted something on the floor. "What is that?!" I said.

Hugh touched it. "Looks like a flower."

"Then why's the pollen an odd color?" Fiona whispered.