Welcome to Litsy!

Thank goodness my book finally arrived. I almost started cleaning the house!

“When his vision cleared at last, when his heart slowed (he would table the notion of sitting up for the moment), Stoker looked around the room.
First, the door.
Am I captive or guest?
The door to this room stood open. Limp cotton garments hung from a hook—not his clothes, but someone‘s.
He raised his right hand and examined the sleeve of what appeared to be a white nightshirt.
He moved his right leg and felt #bare skin against a crisp sheet.”