She gave up life in the present to find her destiny in the past.
What in the hell just happened!
Kenzi’s heart pounded inside her chest. Unable to focus, she felt an aura of numbness sweep through her body. Frightened and dizzy, she staggered away from the cheval mirror and collapsed into an armchair.
She shook her head, desperately trying to gather her thoughts as she glanced around the room that wasn’t the attic. Across from her stood a dressmaker’s form, beside it a treadle sewing machine. On the tabletop next to her was a kerosene lamp, a magazine laid beside it. Kenzi read the heading: Godey’s Lady’s Book, New Fashions for Spring, 1884.
She turned and faced the upright mirror again. Her reflection stared back at her just as it had a minute ago … the hair rose on the back of Kenzi’s neck … before she had stepped through the glass. Damn! This has to be a dream.
The loud clopping of horse’s hooves drew Kenzi’s attention to a large front window. Outside a carriage passed by followed by two men on horseback. A couple walked by, their steps resounding on what must have been a wooden boardwalk.
Maybe she was hallucinating. Damn sure not a hangover this time. She’d given up drinking and partying when she’d given up dating.
Been watching too many westerns on TV, gal! Either that or getting too involved in American history research with her students. She laughed, certain she’d awaken and once again be sifting through the antiques she’d discovered in the attic of the house she’d rented.
She closed her eyes and eased back in the chair, waiting for the dream to fade and reality to take hold.