Beyond the Waterfall

[Carnelia]

    “You jerk!” I scream at him, my dress and hair are surprisingly dry for having just rushed through a waterfall. “That was not nearly enough warning.”

    His large belly laugh echoes through the chamber, his body rattling me as he holds me tightly in his arms.

    I punch him hard in the chest and he drops me. But instead of hitting hard stone, I find myself lying on top of a soft silk cushion. Surprised, I look down to find the cushion is not alone, it has several