He leaned down to press his icy lips to my neck. And then, suddenly, the gorgeous vampire was beeping. I reached out instinctively, expecting to feel his hard, icy skin, but what I felt was something warmer, round, and vibrating. I slammed it irritably before realizing that I was in my bed in Phoenix. I was bewildered. How had I gotten there? Then, I was even more bewildered because I couldn't figure out why I was so confused. Hadn't I always been there? Something, a forgotten dream, struggled in my subconscious. I collapsed, exhausted, back into my bed. And then it all slipped away…
My alarm clock blared annoyingly. I rolled over and pummeled the "off" button. I wanted to go back to sleep, but I stood and began to get dressed. "Monday," I muttered disgustedly. Shrugging into a light sweatshirt, I hurried downstairs. "Morning, Mom," I said dully, grabbing a piece of toast.
"Morning, Bella," she murmured sleepily from the kitchen table. I glanced at the kitchen clock. It was a quarter to seven.
"Gotta go, Mom," I called, swinging my book bag over my shoulder and hurrying to the door. Renee was already asleep at the table. I sighed and stepped out the door. When I turned back, though, I noticed something strange. Looking at the living room, I remembered it as a sketch in pencil, drawn perfectly, though I knew I had never seen such a sketch. I shook my head and continued down my street.