Trouble Sleeping

It was the middle of the night, yet Dixie couldn't get any sleep. Though worn out, her mind refused to relax. She had already bid her sister goodnight 3 hours ago.

It was most unusual sleeping by herself in such a large and comfortable bed. She'd gotten used to Bonnie's body next to her. Obviously, they couldn't do that here.

The luxury felt nice and reminded her of simpler times; when their mother was still alive and happiness reigned. For her and for Felicia. The parallels were astonishing. She felt far too comfortable in Felicia's body. Her emotions were in harmony with hers. Is this why she was chosen?

What about Bonnie? Does she feel the same way about Alex?

Rolling onto her back, Dixie massaged her temples. What a strange set of circumstances we've found ourselves in. So tomorrow, I will be flirting with Alex's former schoolmate. Felica is 19, making her only a year younger than the Marquis. But I'm 5 years older than him. I should be able to handle him no problem.

It's been a good minute since I flirted with a man, but it shouldn't be too hard getting back into it. Stressing over debt and father really had over taken my life.

Dixie's thoughts then drifted to the strange white lightning she'd seen herself procure during the near execution of Felicia. What was that? Does this mean I have that power right now? How strange.

Finally her mind succumbed and she dreamed of nothing for the next couple of hours. Nearing dawn, she woke up feeling a little less worried than the day before.

Time to confront another day as a noble lady of House Del Montague!