#Chapter 137 Dinnertime!

Emily After I returned to the home, Logan tried to be near me, but I was unable to get the feeling of confusion and awe and wonder out of my head. I claimed that I was tired, finding the excuse appropriate while faking a yawn. For the remainder of the day, I remain laying in bed, staring at the ceiling as I racked my mind over what happened to me earlier in the day. Hours have passed me by. The sun has begun. It's descent behind the horizon, and I have finally found the strength to get out of bed. The tingling sensation has left my body, allowing me some respite from its wild and unbridled feeling. It was an experience like no other. The feelings of nostalgia and Home mixed with sheer terror and fear was unlike anything that I have ever felt before, let alone experienced. It was uncharted territory, and I hope that I can find a way to feel that same feeling again, hoping that I am not forever locked out of and away from my mother's natural, sounding voice. I quietly exit the be