Tick Tock: Six (more continued)

“Help me, help me,” the soft voice said.

“You are alright, Kelli,” he said.

Kelli heard herself.  This was not the first time.  But it began to make sense.  She wasn’t quite sure when it started.  It seemed like a lifetime ago.  Though it seemed like it began just after her UFO encounter.  Everyone said she must have been abducted. Since she met Paddy she had not had this kind of fear while sleeping.

“Paddy, I had a UFO encounter. For ten consecutive nights I kept awakening fully refreshed.  I do not recall being abduction but it has always fit.  I wonder if I was.”

“Absolutely.  We hear about this all the time.  Some of our officers have even seen the ships,” he said.

He drew her closer as they cuddled.  Both drifted into the night. Together.

The long awaited brief New England summer welcomed warm mornings and cooler evenings . A steady breeze softened the intense sun.  Hardly a place where white birch would thrive.  Though it did.

Paddy brought Kelli to “TICK TOCK”, his forty-five foot Morgan sailboat moored in Little Harbor.  Fascinated by clocks, the steady, soothing sound of the reliable, tick tock, was precisely the name for a seaworthy boat.   He also loved the tick tock of his Westminster wall clock.

“Okay, what do I do now?” Kelli said to Paddy as they boarded TICK TOCK.

“I mean do I untie or unleash something?”

Paddy chuckled his familiar laughter.  He loved her refreshing honesty.