THE DAVIS HOME
- GRACE'S BEDROOM
trapped inside the confines of her dream, Grace tossed and turned as the voices
continued to echo inside her head.
came the voice of her mother. "Oh, my baby, I need you!"
murmured, still asleep. "Momma?"
"Grace, I need you!"
quickly sat up, dragged into consciousness. Her breathing was heavy and
labored and she felt the beads of perspiration on her forehead.
"Momma?" she questioned in confusion as she turned to look around the
darkened, empty room. Glancing down at her hands, she saw that they were
shaking fiercely and she clinched them into fists in an attempt to hold them
Feeling awkward and slightly
off kilter, she climbed from her bed and stumbled over to the window and peered
out. It was still snowing like crazy, just like it had been for
hours. She'd heard that they'd forecast a major snow storm and,
apparently, they hadn't been wrong. Supposedly, there could even be at
least a foot of accumulation.
Walking back to her bed, she
sat down and turned on the small lamp that sat on the nightstand by the
bed. It cast an odd glow across the room. Grace sat very still as
she listened to the silence that was only interrupted by the faint sound of
conversation that drifted in from Douglas and
Lorraine's bedroom down the hall.
"Grace, I need you!"
looked up with a start and glanced around the room. She'd been certain
that she'd heard her mother's voice. As her heart began to beat faster,
she realized that that was a foolish idea. How could she possibly
have heard her mother? Certainly it was all in her head. As she sat
very still, she listened closely in an attempt to hear the sound again.
When the frigid winter wind whipped around the corner of the house and passed
her window, Grace heard the faint howl. With a heavy sigh, she nodded in
relief. The wind. That's all it had been.
However, the feelings of worry
and anxiety that it had caused refused to leave her. Taking a deep breath,
she reached for the locket she always wore around her neck and carefully opened
it so that she could look inside at the picture of her and her mother.
"Oh, Momma," Grace
muttered, becoming even more anxious than before. "It...it was only
True, it had only been
the wind, but it had sparked a gnawing feeling inside of her that something was
terribly wrong. Although she turned off the light and snuggled herself back
under her covers, she couldn't push the feelings of worry out of her head.
She knew she was probably being silly, but she couldn't escape the uncomfortable
feeling that her mother needed her.
Taking a deep breath, she
again slid out of bed and rushed to her closet. With a sense of urgency
that she couldn't explain, she pulled on a long woolen skirt and thick sweater
and grabbed her heaviest winter coat and gloves. Her mother needed
her. She couldn't accurately explain how she knew, but she knew.
Bundled up and ready to face
the icy winter night, she hesitated as she reached for the door of her room and
listened carefully. Douglas and Lorraine's voices were very clear, though
faint, and she knew that they were still awake. Pulling open the door just
a tad, she poked her head out into the hallway and saw the soft glow of light
creeping underneath the door of their room down the hall.
Grace let out a sigh when she
realized that Douglas would never let her out in such horrible weather. Of
She furrowed her brow as she
carefully stepped out into the hallway and quietly shut the door behind
her. Tiptoeing to the top of the stairs, she made every attempt not make
the slightest sound. She just knew they wouldn't understand. There
was no way she would be able to explain to them why she just had to see
their mother and why it couldn't wait. Heck, she couldn't even explain it
to herself. It was only a feeling---a horrible feeling.
Grace moved carefully down the
stairs in the dark and walked quickly through the living room and into the
kitchen where she grabbed the keys to Douglas' car that hung on a peg by the
backdoor. As she reached for the door that led out to the garage, she took
a deep breath and prepared to meet the cold winter night.