I guess fainting can be an exhausting process, because I didn't want to open my eyes when I regained conciousness. I just wanted to sleep for hours. I couldn't sleep on the floor, so I crawled into my bed and pulled the covers over my face. Regardless of how tired I was, my brain wouldn't stop working. Someone had been here, and I had a good idea of who. How could he have been here? Why? He didn't care about me, let alone my skill level as a pianist. So why did he compliment me on my playing? What a random thing to do.
He'd still been here, and that was all that really mattered. He'd been here! I couldn't seem to wrap my mind around the glorious idea. Edward, here, now...
Then again, it could be someone trying to mess with me. Another vampire could probably imitate his writing perfectly and try to lure me to his house as a trap. Before I could imagine who it was, my maddening urge to sleep overwhelmed me, and I drifted into very strange dreams.
* * *
I woke up dissapointed.
The room was exactly the same as it had been before. Standing up, I realized that it was late, 8:00 p.m. I'd missed dinner. Charlie probably didn't want to wake me. As I began to stumble downstairs, something struck me that made me want to pass out again. Something that I hadn't noticed before.
The keyboard was gone.
That meant I'd been dreaming all along. Meaning Edward never came. I had been so sure that it was all real, the note, the keyboard, riding around with Jacob...
Jacob.
I'd told Jacob that I found the keyboard. If he remembered, that proved that it was real. But it also proved it was stolen. Who would rob my house? I abruptly realized that if it was Edward in my room, then he probably wouldn't have let anyone in, whether he cared or not. That left me with three options.
My first option was that it was all a dream. Jacob didn't remember, and nobody had been in my room besides me.
Second: Someone was trying to convince me that Edward was back. They were trying to put me on a wild goose chase looking for him, and... well, who knows what they were planning to do after that?
Third and finally, Edward had been there. Edward had taken the keyboard.
Wait. If he'd taken the keyboard...
Could Edward have turned bad?
No. I refused to believe that. It was impossible. Not an option. He was probably trying to make it as if he never existed. I sighed. What would he do if I talked about him or hummed the lullaby? Rip my vocal cords out? Right.
It was too late to go down to La Push, and I didn't want to bother Jake by calling him, so I went downstairs to have some pizza. The question was still eating at me every second.
Who was in my room?