“The storm woke me,” she complained quietly, sitting down “Then, I started thinking about my old life.” “What’s got you awake at this hour?” Dan whispered, beckoning her back to bed. In a haze, Nora walked back to the bedroom, worrying her lip. They seemed so familiar, but she could not make out their faces. She had been thinking about her husband, and someone’s child… no, a man named Nate… Nora tried to focus on the memory, but the mark on her wrist ached incessantly, and the details slipped from her like water through a sieve. Cryostasis must have fogged up her memory. What had she been thinking about? Something… someone from her past. It happened to everyone, especially in the beginning, when they were settling down with someone. It throbbed sometimes, without warning or rhyme and reason.
Nora rubbed the swirl of colors on her wrist where her soulmate had first touched her as it ached. But she could picture it so clearly in her mind’s eye: a laughing little boy, and her spinning the mobile with one hand. Maybe, it had happened before? But… she didn’t think her friends or coworkers had had any children. Funny, Nora had remembered spinning a rocketship crib mobile when she’d first seen it, even though she’d never found a working one in the wasteland. The girl was asleep, snug in her blankets with rocketship-patterned wallpaper watching over her. And she wasn’t so small anymore, she was a bold and brave five-year-old. Nora tiptoed into the nursery, to check up on her little son. If only she’d been more concerned with repairing her home herself, instead of letting hired help deal with it.
The sound of thunder woke Nora, and she rose to prod at the rickety door, coaxing it to close ever so slightly more.
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