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     I woke suddenly,gasping for air. I had been dreaming of the nearby lake. I felt confused and a little frightened but the dream was already becoming wispy tendrils and fading away. I was in bed next to my boyfriend Roger. It felt like a hundred and some heavy blankets were piled on me. There were a bunch of downy quilts anyway, to keep us warm in his cabin deep in the woods. It was winter and there was at least a couple feet of snow on the ground. The fire in the fireplace in the bedroom was reduced to glowing embers and the room was cold.

     Roger slept on. My having a bad dream didn't bother him. He slept like the dead. I slipped out of bed and put my feet into slippers and stood, taking the heavy robe off the bed and putting it on. I padded over to the fire place. The embers were casting a lot of light into the otherwise dark room. I put some kindling and a couple large logs on the fire, hoping that it would take. Later, when Roger woke and got up he'd turn on the generator so we'd be able to heat the cabin, cook and take hot bathes and showers. And maybe do some laundry. We had a well for running water so we often by passed the local water supply. We had no electricity just the generator. We mostly lived off the grid. Roger was planning to cut off the towns water and live off our wells. We also had a septic tank..

     Roger and I were both in our early twenties. I just graduated that summer from Seattle University. Roger from the University of Washington. We’d met while party hopping, mostly in the university district. We took a liking to each other. Roger asked me to come live with him in this tiny mining town in Eastern Oregon after we graduated. I said yes. Now I was getting restless, longing for Seattle.  Roger longed for marriage and children. I was too thin to get pregnant. I suffered from anorexia nervosa but didn't tell him that was the reason I wasn't getting pregnant. I didn't want to be a mother. Roger wanted to be a father.

Reviews

[Coyote Song]

Captivating start to your story. A bad dream not forgotten can lead to bad things. I sense the menace already.

[Tina Kline]

Thanks for the reviews.

[Coyote Song]

You are welcome.

[Black Cat Fever]

I would like living this way but I can see why some wouldn't and get cabin fever instead. Good start to the story.

[genocide]

very good story great writing my dear

[Tina Kline]

thanks very much.

[genocide]

you're welcome very much my dear

[Star Wolf]

Sounds like it would be fun hanging out in a cabin the woods but one would get cabin fever after a while like the lead character in this story, longing for the big city.

[Tina Kline]

Thanks very much.

[Wolf's Dark Song]

Interesting start. Good writing skills.

[Tina Kline]

thanks very much.