open and felt between the pages, and in a moment i had the notes tucked down under my shirt. then i felt my way around the bed again and made my way back through the door into the kitchen.
the smoke was pretty thick, making it hard to breathe. my heart was thumping and my hands felt weak and shaky. the hay was beginning to burn now, making that white smoke shine red. i jumped over to the fireplace, pulled the bunch of hay out of the chimney, and dropped it on the fire. then i grabbed the poker and stirred the hay up to loosen it. in a minute it 