Stranger in my Bed Waking Up

Stranger in my Bed, a new romantic suspense/ psychological thriller series, Book One: Waking Up I wake up and confused and lost… except for Ellison, the key to my past and current life. My memories are shattered images at best and make no sense, and what I’m learning about myself makes me question who I am. Clues add up to different answers. Everyone else is certain about me and what’s going on, leaving me questioning my sanity. Ellison is my lifeline. He’s also a stranger to me. Teaser: It’s too quiet. I still to listen, and then proceed silently around the corner… There’s a hallway. Another corner. Then another. I’ll never get out of here. My foot bumps something that wasn’t there before. I crouch next to something—no, someone. It’s too dark to see much but I make out a suit. Diagonal stripes on the tie. I rest a hand on his chest and it feels wet. I flip my hand over and see red. Bright red. Brighter than it should be in this black fog. I jerk awake with a gasp, then look at both of my palms in the semidarkness. I don’t see blood. I rub them together. They’re dry. Had I been holding a gun in the dream? The sensation is still there, so real that I stare at my empty hand to reassure myself. Why would I have a gun? I hear my ragged breathing and collect my thoughts enough to hold my breath and listen. At first I think I’m alone, but as my eyes adjust and see more details, I realize Ellison is still in the chair. Holding his breath too. There’s tiny points of soft light coming from plug-ins and the machines. It’s not nearly enough to see if his eyes are open. “Ellison?” No answer. “Ellison? Are you awake?” I panic, wondering what he’s thinking. What he’s doing. Updates at http://writerkristenjames.com/stranger-series/.