Post III

Meet Sydney, my first leading lady in "A Time Rewritten". She's a high energy professional columnist and a perfectionist to the point of annoyance. Her drive and perfectionism has escalated to the point it's taking over her marriage. Set in 1987, the book starts out with Sydney and her home life in quaint Tarrytown, NY. Ch. 1 Starts out with a dream sequence and transitions into the life of Sydney Mendenhall and her quest for someone to write a book about. She's completely unaware that her marriage is slipping away. When she meets Amaris Rosenhaft, she gets more than she bargained for....


Chapter one
Disturbingly Perfect



    She had seen him before. His very presence indicated that she must be dreaming. In fact, she had often dreamed of him these past couple of months. He was so familiar, and yet she still feared him. The enigma, the unknown, and the sheer curiosity drew her in. He never hurt her in her dreams, but the anticipation of it made her doubt the motive for his visits. Tonight as she lay asleep in the safety of her own bed, with her husband Jason next to her, Sydney lingered in the dream for as long as she could, trying to figure out the reason for his appearance again.

In her dream, Sydney found herself in a forest of a foreign land. It had looked like all the pictures she had seen of Europe. The trees stood thick around her, with fluorescent green moss carpeting the base of the trees, then stretching up the length of it. It was mid-morning and the cold foggy air shrouded her sight, as it stung her eyes. The sound of her footsteps were muffled by the layers of slightly damp pine needles below her feet. She she caught sight of him from the corner of her view; so she stepped a little faster, seeking him out. As she turned the corner around a large gnarled tree, there he stood before her, starring her down. His image was startling, but somewhat blurred.


She reached her hand out to him slowly as she controlled her breathing and then stood motionless. She waited. This was as close to him a she ever came, in any previous dream. She inched her hand out even further towards him, with palm turned upward, ever so slowly until…. he quickly faded into the background.

“Wait! Come back! What do you want?” She called out just before everything went black and a gentle hum of a train engine could be heard, first soft, then louder until it broke off her dream and brought her back to reality. Sydney opened her eyes quickly and grabbed onto the sheets just to feel something tangible, proving to her she was no longer dreaming. She slowly sat up in bed and starred blankly into the darkness. She then felt a warm, familiar hand on her lower back, when she heard Jason ask,

“Hun, what is it? Another dream? Was it him again?

“Yes, it was,” she sighed out in a distressed tone. “It was the white wolf again. I don‘t know what he wants.”

No more was said, as she got up to get a drink of water from the bathroom sink. She stood staring in the mirror, while bracing her arms on the sink. She seemed to be searching within herself, but she had no thoughts. The stress was building, nonetheless. After sometime had passed , she walked towards the bed and slipped between the sheets and covers ever so quietly as not to wake Jason. She lay on her side almost in a trance, with eyes open, and again her thoughts were blank, just this emptiness and frustration over what the dreams meant.