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She knew this dream by heart now. It started with her floating, just floating, in a vast, dark area. She would then hear a voice, faintly, "No! Don't take her please!" A sad smile would cross her face, "Let me go… brother." She would then fall. Fall and fall. Then she would wake up.
It would be before dawn, three hours at least. Alice felt that this routine was mundane since she had nothing to at this time other than to climb out her bedroom window and sit on the roof as the sun rose in the distance. How long had she been doing this? For all she knew, it had just been this past year. This one long year was all she knew after all. Alice humphed and twirled the edge of her hair. Absent mindedly, she noted a couple of split ends. "Guess it's time to as Martha if she would be willing to give me a haircut." She sighed. The mornings were still chilly even though spring was not far off and some of the nights were beginning to heat up.
Alice watched as the sun rose above the horizon. Even though she couldn't remember beyond the last year, when she'd somehow managed to come live with Martha in her small bed and breakfast. The elder woman had welcomed her graciously into the home and thankfully was able to tell her a little bit about herself. She had come to this same bed and breakfast little over a year ago, after offering her a bit of help with some chores around the place, stayed the night and then disappeared into London saying something about an order of black or a black order, one of the two. Martha wasn't sure anymore. Speaking of the landowner…
She heard the distinct sounds of the front door opening and the clank of several tin buckets as she headed out to milk Shannon, the temperamental old cow in the barn. The animal never let Alice touch her, always kicking the bucket away from her grip. Then she would nip at her shoulders and face until Martha had to come take the chore away from her completely. "Don't let it bother ya lass," she'd reassured her, "Shannon doesn't like a lot of people. Old age has made her a little feisty."
Alice wasn't so sure that it was old age that drove the beast to hate her but she accepted it for now. She smiled as the minutes flew by. The landowner was coming from the barn. She moved to the edge of the roof, judged the distance, and jumped down.
Falling the twenty or so feet down to the ground never seemed to be a problem for her. She always landed up right, never hurting herself in anyway, and always silently which is why Martha never heard her coming. Alice reached down and took a bucket of the morning milk. Martha didn't even flinch anymore.
"Good morning lass. Where ya on the roof again this morning?" Alice nodded and took the other bucket as well.
"It was a good morning at last," she commented. "No rain."
"We've been getting quite a bit in the past month. Old William's poor garden won't be able to take much more of this."
Martha opened the front door for her. Alice slipped into the small kitchen and sat the milk on the table. "Yeah, we know. He's asked me yesterday to come by and help him finish putting a roof over them."
"Then you better hurry on over then before the next storm heads round. Lunch'll be ready by the time you get back." Alice nodded and headed out again with a wave.